On my way to the market building I cut through all the roofed wooden stalls on the west side of Plaza Chica. I could see from this mannequin that I am just not in vogue. Maybe I need a new look.
Mmm…maybe not.
We fell in love with magical Patzcuaro in Michoacan, Mexico. So in 2004 we renovated an abandoned house from which to enjoy this colonial pueblo with its Purhepecha Indian presence.
On my way to the market building I cut through all the roofed wooden stalls on the west side of Plaza Chica. I could see from this mannequin that I am just not in vogue. Maybe I need a new look.
Mmm…maybe not.
Easter, Holy Week, in Pátzcuaro is the time of greatest religious significance in the pueblo, with days of great solemnity followed by joy and jubilance and the burning of Judas.
Semana Santa also brings one of the two big craft fairs of the year (the other is for Noche de Muertos/NIght of the Dead) to Plaza Grande. Visitors come from all over Mexico as well as from countries around the world to see the renowned folk art from the pueblos of Michoacán. A few artisans also come from other regions.
See more about Semana Santa.
Spring in Pátzcuaro is not to be missed. The children’s parade every year is a delight and will be coming soon.
Slideshow: http://www.flickr.com/photos/tracyzeye/sets/72157615206385999/show/