Mexican carnival

It's a bright day again and after a night of deep sleep, I wake only when the good light has passed. Breakfast has everything one could want for breakfast (and more), so I fill myself up before the day begins. I'm looking forward to fall.

The day is spent getting a sense and feel of the city. Nothing useful as such is accomplished, but it is enjoyable. And plans are made. It feels like drawing the outline of a painting.