We've spent almost 3 days here in this city and indeed in one of the other the squares, this old man has a position in one of the raised, tiled platforms. He smokes quietly and deliberately seeming to savor his cigarette. He's a tailor. and his equipment is stored in a small alcove set in the wall behind him. A pair of scissors, a container of machine oil and 2 reels of thread.

I've had 5 days of village life. Would I like to live in that environment? I think in all honesty, I have to say No, not really, but it's been a wonderful experience to immerse myself in village life day after day.

Repetition creates a pattern, which consequently and naturally grabs our attention at first and then creates the comfort of familiarity. I used the Andy Warhol theory and then of course Kaffe did one with bowls in each block.

The street was buzzing, the noise of buskers, conversation, and daughter was split by the harshness of rap music. A woman in her middle years, dressed in pink and sporting a Michael Jackson hat and hair style danced to her own beat, speakers on her belt broadcasting the sound.

My legs are short and I had to hoist myself on the seat in front and pick up my right leg with my hand and swing it over his prostrate body. At least he could sit up to allow me to move… Nup. So I dragged my left leg unceremoniously over this strangers mid section and fell into the aisle with a less than delicate stance.

I love wandering the narrow streets, the sun shone, the sky was blue and the spring flowers were in bloom.

This is a photo journal of some of the images I took in the past few days.

Jim West and I are doing a little research into Textile Tours for Textile Artists and both of us arrived in Antiqua yesterday. Jim had the trip from hell that sounded like a bad movie, mine began at 3.30 am and I arrived at 10.00 pm. It was a really long day, and we didn't catch up until breakfast.

3 weeks ago I came to Mexico to share my ideas and quilting techniques to both Artists and Quilters alike. I have a history in Mexico going back 8 years now. I'm very lucky to have made so many wonderful friends here. I love everything, the art, the people, the designs, the food and of course the color.

As you can see every woman wore a rebozo which is a long straight piece of cloth with looks like a cross between a scarf and a shawl. Like ponchos, huipils and sarapes they are classic Mexican garments made of straight, mostly uncut cloth, but rebozos have their own characteristics. It is classically a woman’s garment, traditionally hand woven, distinguished by complicated finger woven fringes called rapacejos.