Bar San Miguel

Photo copyright Liz Larrabee

Bar San Miguel...I stood with my back against the wall of another, less impressive saloon, for an hour waiting for a cabellero with a sombrero to pass through the swinging doors of Bar San Miguel. At the same moment I had to synch with a split second let-up of the steady stream of taxis, motorcycles, trucks and mid day shoppers, let alone the distraction of noise. Last time I wandered down Mexico way, the building had been patched, painted pink and stripped of the sign and the lamp. Ah, progress!