I stopped to take his picture but I didn’t stop to ask
Cuál es su nombre?
Or to ask him what he was reading so intently
his finger still marking a passage of time

Leather and tweed
in La Lagunilla, the little lake,
a place my friend Richard calls ‘the Flea’
where lives are laid out for the next highest bidder

And then this man with his piercing blue eyes
like mine, his mother’s hands
like mine, his face carved
like the madera of the instruments he sells

Puedo sacar su photo?
I asked?

But I didn’t stop to ask his name.

Flea hero

 

 

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (www.ric.kokotovich.com), and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

4 comments on “Sin Nombre

  1. A lovely “Character” shot Alison! Really, really beautiful!

  2. Mary Paston

    Lovely lovely….gorgeous man!

    Sent from my iPad

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  3. I bet that’s a man with an interesting story. Are those records I see?!

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