Friday, April 28, 2017


The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see. 
Gilbert K. Chesterton

I was sitting on a bench across the street from this old church in Queretaro, Mexico drawing and painting with my watercolor kit. The doors opened, people went in to Mass and heart-touching angelic music came wafting across the street to me. It sounded like mostly women singing hymns and songs of praise in Spanish.