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    We have a family visiting from Montana. *Where we live is a B n B. Tony, a grandfather who is tall and handsome, a Flamenco guitarist. Tony's 10 yr old grandson, Benjamin. A great smile and eyes that light with glee! His lovely Mom, Christi and her brother Chris, a journalist.

    Every day I am painting on a wall uphill, at the corner..this week I have finished. Each time I go to paint I am visited by taxis, cars going by, mothers passing by with children, grandfathers too! Teens, all ages. I slowly get to know this Barrio, everyone in it! One esthetic looking tall, thin, weathered Mexican man, Aurelio, attempts to speak with me whenever he comes by and always reaches into his bag and shows me things he has made.

    Yesterday he came by as I was giving a tour of the walls all around to the Flamenco guitarist,Tony. I see Aurelio coming and he reaches into his pocket. I have no money with bag and it has been hard work not losing the train of thought as we are constantly being interrupted by kind, interested people, all ages, so as gently as I could I tried to put a halt on Aurelio. I see in his hand the paper that chocolate is wrapped in. I think he wants to sell us that is a first for him..but I say> ah! chocolate! no tengo dinero!!

    He says, smiling, no! Not chocolate! and he removes the paper and both Tony and I are sucked in ..sigh..another interruption..and we will just go with this!! What Aurelio shows us has the look of a bare can of tuna..sin label...with a glass lid...he removes the lid so we can see what is inside without a glare, clearly.

    It is a panarama made of tiny feathers...the colors are all feathers..iredescent, coppers, deep greens..with tiny birds..perched in a tree...the trunk is composed of brown feathers and the leaves, green feathers. It is magical. Meeting people in the streets, I am always at a disadvantage with language...but animal instincts take me a long ways.
    His price tags are out of sight for me $4000 for this silver, it turns out, tuna can. A friend here, at the moment says he thinks, peuter...peuter is fine with me! So that was yesterday. Today Aurelio comes to our house..carrying one of those oversize coffee table books...El Arte Plumaria en Mexico. He shows me he is in the book..there is his name...even his picture...a little younger. I gave him $1000. pesos...happily! After he left I sat down at the computer and did a google search for him..and low and behold up he came!!! In the collection of the museo right here in Tepoztlan!!!! and also used by the Mexico tourist companies to draw attention to their hotels..never a mention of Aurelio..or anything about him..just a hook to draw people..I wonder if he knows!!_ Probably not! and what would he do?
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