Just down the way from my hotel was a beautiful little pocket-sized park. Two men were tending it; clearly an older man and his grown son. I complemented them on the design and upkeep of the park and the older man told me how he helped to build the park over 25 years ago and he and his son come back regularly to maintain it. It is clearly a labor of love.
I wandered through Old Town Artesans, a set of old abobe buildings set around a courtyard that are home to shops selling art and handcrafts, some wonderful and some not. My favorite was a shop filled to the rafters with a jumble of Mexican folk art.
The area borders on downtown and includes the Tucson Museum of Art. I had enough time to tour the Museum (sorry, no photos allowed) and its restored historic homes dating from 1850 and 1907. Well worth a visit if you are ever in Tucson.
3 comments:
Tuscon looks incredible - such light and colour. It's very different in Scotland right now :)
They certainly aren’t afraid of color are they? I have always wondered at that; we in the northern climes seem to be pretty bland comparatively.
I do love the Southwest art and architecture - one of the few things I miss about San Diego. I can see where your color passion comes from. It makes sense to surround yourself with color when you live in the desert.
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