We found this name plate on a shelf covered in dust and grime. Xochitl is an indigenous girl’s name that sounds enough like “Sachi” that when the photographer of this blog introduces herself, people often say, “oh, like Xochitl.”
Dario Santos Paz runs a metal shop on Calle Melchor Ocampo just a ten minute walk from the Zocalo. Here Paz and a couple of young vulcanos fabricate everything from ornate grave markers to cafe chairs. We spent an hour or so with them, mesmerized by the rhythmic banging and clanging.
The finished product: our baby’s first bar stool. I had seen a couple of these tiny stools at a taxi’s mechanic shop the day before where I was getting the brakes on the Marshmallow looked at–the perfect height for working on things low to the ground.
I took a short exercise break over in the corner on a wrought iron elliptical jogging machine. Not exactly the “fold up and slide under your bed” type design. This thing must have weighed a hundred pounds easy.