More Aztompa pottery

Enedina, son and husband, in their gallery in Aztompa.


















Later, at the artisan's mercado...I love these big pots! No way to get it home, however.


























The colors are as pretty as the colors of the valley. In these pots, I see the sky, the mountains and the flowers.














Aztompa, pop 5,000, is on the edge of the mountains. While it's close to the city, it's still in a different time. We watched this man move his cows through town, one car patiently waiting for them to turn off to the pasture.

We met a couple from NY, and after some conversation invited them to join us for lunch of quesdillas at the restaurant by the artisans mercado. We ordered drinks, and waited for what seemed like an hour. Later, we learned that Jesus, our waiter, had to go fetch the woman who cooks. There isn't enough business for her to hang out at the restaurant all day. She brought her children along, and they played a game at a table nearby while she cooked and we ate.

We got on a bus to go back to Oaxaca, the bus was still on it's outbound direction, but the driver laughed when we told him we'd like 'the tour'. He drove through the little village, where the pavement ended, and we drove through a valley towards a new neighborhood. Cement, two story townhouses, 1,000 of them. Exactly alike, same colors, same floor plan. The driver turned off the bus, and began to sweep and clean. We talked to his wife, who was riding in the front seat with her new baby, and eventually headed back to the city.