Another trip to Centro for Breakfast and walk.

 Though I'd start this with some pictures from Las Vegas yesterday morning. Winter Wonderland. 

The desert and the mountains, this area is Red Rock Canyon. All of  this snow was clear across town from where we live. Instead of snow our area got strong winds. Our neighbor walked around our home to make sure we didn't lose any shingles from our roof. No damage, but a lot of homes did. 

Back to Mazatlan. A pretty sunset from our balcony a couple of nights ago. 

And breakfast at the beach the next morning. 

I am starting to get  my pictures mixed up cause I use my camera and my phone. Most of these are from the phone. Yesterday we went to La Antigua in Centro for breakfast. Then walked around the area for a while. 

As we were walking past this amazing huge bougainvillea  I realized I didn't see a trunk. Was it coming from the roof? or from the building? Walked across the street to find out. Notice the tree with the orange flowers on the roof.  

So I walked under the bougainvillea to see where it was growing from. It was growing out a window!

Maybe it was originally in a pot and just outgrew it. You wouldn't think it could keep growing as big as it is. 

Can someone please buy me and give me some TLC?

Lots of TLC. The rest of the buildings on the block are in good shape. The two story one really sticks out. There are trees growing up from inside the corner one. 

Several years ago when we were still bring the RV down here this building was being restored. They were painting it blue ???dark blue?? when we left. Looks like that was the end of the restoration. The windows are covered with black plastic. And the one on the left end never got painted around. What happened? They had done a lot of work on the inside too. 

I like the way the paint changes colors when a new home starts. This one needs a little work outside. 

Caught my eye on the front of one house. Was it at one time a fountain, or is a roof drain?

Art gallery, hotel and restaurant in Plazuela Machado 

Another quote on a utility box. "Only he who has stopped fighting is defeated."

And another one. "And I'm going to make a dictionary, with the words of love in the language of the gods, to sing to the heart." Mexican composer.  

The beautiful work and arcade of the restaurant. 

Looking into an art gallery. 

A couple blogs ago I showed this building the front has the murals on it. 

This plaque is on the front of it. Interesting. 

The building on the left is  now a retirement home. It's claim to fame is Herman Melville wrote part of Moby Dick while staying there.

Just checking if there were new murals in this parking lot. We always used to park here when visiting Centro. Nothing has changed. 

Old buildings and a government building at the end. Ugly.

Painting on a door. Pieces of art in unexpected places. 

A tour group getting instructions for riding a Segway.

These are on most of the poles. They are for cigarette butts. 

One of the statues along the Olas Altas area. 

We went right by him but I didn't react quick enough to get all of him.

Skyline of Malecon. More ani more highrises.

We were at hotel for a while then went out to dinner. Another busy day. 

El Quelite again.

On Sunday our friends Roberto and his wife Gloria picked us up and took us to El Quelite. Sunday was right in the middle of Carnaval. We left the hotel at 8 a.m. got there about 8:45. The main street was lined with cars and huge tour busses! And Vendors. Thank goodness Dora knew we were coming and had saved us a table. Just a few of the vendors. 

We parked a ways up the block and walked back towards the restaurant. I liked this sign and the front of the building. 

Wouldn't you love to live here. So welcoming looking. 

All the homes are built with a common wall. This sign was on the house next door. Stating that the building was one of the first buildings in the town. It was a stop for the mule trains from the mines. It was also a stop for the stagecoaches that ran along the Camino Real. Passed through every three days. Also in 1881 the telegraph office was installed. And a famous bandit died here. Interesting history for this little town.  
The house with the plaque. 

The common walls, see the plaque on the far left. The place next door is nicely painted. Notice the underside of the roof. 

Neat paint job. 

And the final house on the block. It is also a little store. 

Part of the El Quelite sign and more of the vendors. The building on the corner is an OXXO Like a 7-11.

Going into the restaurant we went by the ladies making tortillas. All tortillas served in the restaurant are hand made right then. 

The whole front of the restaurant that was empty the other day was full of tables and people eating at them. Our table was in a little space surrounded by plants. Perfect. 

Our friend Roberto wearing Bill's hat. 

Bill our waitress, who didn't know what to make of Bill's teasing, and Roberto's wife Gloria. Sorry about the sunlight on Bill. No way to get rid of it. 

Some of the plants surrounding us. The black thing is an umbrella over our table. Protection from iguanas. 

Took this more to show the plate with the name of the restaurant on it, my breakfast,  just plain old scrambled eggs. 

Dora bringing us more coffee. I had the Mexican coffee Olla. It is kind of sweet. She was going to retire a couple of years ago, but says she can't stand just staying home. So she comes in on busy days and days she wants to be busy. 

The tile on the steps leading to the kitchen. Beautiful touches every where you look. 

The floor under our table and chairs. 

One wall in the ladies bathroom. I wanted to take more pictures but too many ladies waiting to get in. 

Looking at the main room full of tables and people. 

Roberto and Bill admiring the ladies making the tortillas. 

The just made tortillas on the griddle. 

Putting the ball of dough in the press to make the tortilla. 

One lady makes flour tortillas the other makes corn. After they are cooked they are put in baskets lined with napkins for the waitress to pick up. They are warm when served.

The front of the restaurant is an old hacienda. One of the walls. 

The owner of the restaurant is the man in the middle.

Back outside with all the venders and tourists. 

Still can't get a decent picture of this mural. 

Several horses to ride.

Lots and lots of auto, bus and foot traffic. 

And I'm going to stop here. We drove around the town for a while, have nice pictures of the homes. But they will keep. That evening we went to Torres to watch the sunset and have dinner. Another full day.