avant la déluge

Here's our street, quiet and deserted on this lovely Palm Sunday.

And here is the beautiful malecón before it gets taken over by visitors, vendors, and every type of police - local, county, state, federal, army, navy, marine - that you can imagine. I

I strolled up and back this morning, checking out the puestos to see who had done some painting, who had new umbrellas, tables, walkways, etc. It all looks pretty much the same as it has for the past few weeks, except that things look tidier and cleaner. It won't be long before the place is overrun with celebratory humanity.

Yesterday over at my friend MAS's blog she wrote about food wagons. We love the food wagons that are open on the weekend up at the jardin. We get our dinners on Saturday and Sunday at these wonderful provisioners. Pepe cooks barbacoa de res and the family who own Ricos Tacos cook tacos de lengue, my Sunday must-have.



Beginning tomorrow they'll be open every day for two weeks to accommodate the hungry Easter crowds. I'm going to miss these treats, although there is a wagon out on Road 103 in Davis that has all these goodies, cooked by a family from Michoacan. Small world, no?

Tonight's gorgeous full moon heralds next week's Easter Sunday, the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Equinox. This is about as late as it can get. Isn't it a beauty?