Heading south, we veered off the main road for our next stop at the lovely old town of Alamos in the foothills of the Sierra Madre Occidental. The collapse of silver mining has left its bougainvillea-draped colonial architecture intact, and even the alleys are bright with flowers. |
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We birded first on the surrounding hills. |
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The Sunday market was a colorful display of the richness and variety of Mexican life.. |
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Another birding expedition took us up a rocky arroyo to mining ruins in the interesting village of Aduana. |
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Charlie, Walt Borden, Shirley Sutton |
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Linda Dunnam, Shirley & Lee Sutton, Ellene Gravelle |
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Facing the church across the plaza was a gracious colonial residence in which a refugee chef from San Francisco has long conducted a locally celebrated restaurant. Here we enjoyed our final dinner in the Alamos area. |
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