Coming Home

Last night we came back to San Miguel de Allende after a five month break.   When we got into town - for the opening of a friend's art gallery - I immediately felt at home.  This morning I went out on a walk and it was almost as if I had not left.  During the day we took an acquaintance around the city and showed him all sorts of stuff.  Again, it was like I had not left.

The picture is of a corner near the Jardin - it is a corner that I must have passed 60 times during the month we lived here.  But I never noticed the detail before last night.   Thus, something so familiar is at once surprising.