On the way out of town, we saw this armed policeman at an intersection near the center of the city. I've not seen this before. I don't think anything untoward is happening, but I'm afraid that if half the city were under army control and it weren't our half, we wouldn't notice.
Ake's houses are painted the same color as almost everything in Izamal--egg yolk yellow.
Pyramid maintenance. The fellow on this pyramid is hanging onto a rope that is fastened to the other side of the pyramid with the upraised arm. His right hand swings the machete with which he is cutting down the vegetation covering the structure.
The old hennequin factory or perhaps I should say sisal factory. I think hennequin is the plant from which sisal is made.
This is still in Ake, the village. It is a primitive sort of place and when your electrical pole starts to shift, you don't call the repairman, you prop it up as best you can.
Progresso beach. I was actually cold in the open restaurant where we had lunch.
On the way home we stopped at Mega for groceries. We didn't buy any pulpo (octopus), but the prices don't seem out of whack. The cost is per kilo, not per pound.
