After Accapulco I flew to Oaxaca and Sue came to join me from Mexico city. Oaxaca city itself is absolutley beautiful, very refined and elegant with a moderate temerature that is warm enough in the day but a little milder at night. Lots or culture here … art galleries, good restaurants and bars, a grand Cathederal and central Zocola with beautiful trees and plants and lots and lots of live music. My first night there there was a wonderful small orchestra playing in the main square .. i dont know what they were playing but it was really really lovely, my Dad would have loved it, I wished he was there for that evening.   

I found the wool shawls I was after in the local market, Sue and I then decided on a road trip into West Oaxaca to try and find their source. This ended up being a bit of a false lead and a wild goose chase, but on the plus, a piece of travel it was very interesting as hardly any tourists went to the areas we got too. It´s amazing the extra freedom a rental car can give you. We headed inot he hills and diverted off onto a dirt track to reach a small village called Ocotocpec. There, there were many women in their traditional dress which eventually they agreed to let me photograph.

                                  

I explained that I was after this specific wool shawl, which they had no idea off. As an alternative they asked if I would like to but one of their traditional dresses … I commented how lovely they were and politely declined. I´m not sure if the Gloucester Road is quite ready for this fashion!

Very good couple of days … but still havent found my wool shawls.  

 

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