I love this old Mexican Coca-Cola table. It looks like a marriage between a metal Coca-Cola folding table -- the type I've seen so many times on Isla Mujeres -- and an old wooden table. Wish it was for sale!
The local Tubac beer joint. An older woman from the trailer court next door came out and watched me taking this photo. I think she was perplexed? Craig referred to a local bar as the beer joint yesterday and we had a laugh over that. That's what we called bars when we were growing up in Kansas, probably because only private clubs could serve anything stronger than 3.2% beer. Was that term common anyplace else in the U.S.?
I didn't venture into this shop because a bunch of gringos were sitting on the front porch smoking cigars. Too stinky, but I love the sign!
I'm guessing this restaurant serves chicken?
Is there an anglophile in the house?