The morning walker sets out with a sun hat from Wal-Mart in Clayton, Georgia, decade-old sun shirt and the painted Mexican cane, used for smiting surly curs. The pants vary from blue to red to black, gym attire. The boots are Mephisto, also a decade old. The sinister sunshades make it impossible to spot him as a Gringo.

Okay, here we head down Zapata Street to the right and toward the plaza. That´s the plaza down there where you see the tall trees on the right.

We walk around three sides of the plaza to add girth to our stroll, and dodge girth from our body.

Glancing off from one corner of the plaza, we see a new home just down to the right, the two-story number with the faux-adobe façade.

Continuing around the plaza, here is the church. We turn right at the far corner, and continue down Zapata away from our Ranchito.

Our better half pauses at a tortilla emporium to ask how much piñatas cost. They sell piñatas too. Sometimes she accompanies Michael on the Morning Walk. Sometimes not. When she does, there is a whale of a lot more conversation going on.

Women are like that.

Here Zapata Street angles in and dead-ends at the railroad track.

We cross over the railroad track and head left on the highway you see up there.

It´s the highway to Tzintzuntzan, about 10 miles away. This short stretch is the main commercial drag of our Tzurumútaro, about half a mile long. Then the highway heads out into rural fields.

An old guy sells piñatas and painted chairs for kids, among other things.