I love to wander the streets in a delicious city like Merida, taking in the sites and peering into interesting shops.
Today I happened to glance to my right side and into a large courtyard and saw this….

A pedal loom.

Close up of a work in progress.
Not waiting for an invitation, I walked in to gaze at its beauty. As my eyes adjusted to my environment, I noticed large wall hangings, rugs, quilts and tablecloths. It was a store.
No one jumped to wait on me, as is the case in many shops. No one was eager to practice their English, call me “lady” or begin the high pressure sales pitch. I climbed the stairs to find two salesmen helping other gringos, so I wandered around delightfully ignored. A bright turquoise, my favorite color, wall hanging, caught my eye and I asked where it was from. The salesman shrugged his shoulders and said he didn’t know. Some sales technique! He could have made up a good story. I’d have believed him.

Won’t this look great in my house?
This beautiful piece wanted to come home with me ❤️. I rarely give in to impulse buying, but….who could resist? Not me! We struck a deal and off I went feeling rather pleased with myself.

Day Four Hacienda Santa Cruz – SOLD
After a week of watercolor painting, I guess you could call it shop therapy. Saturday night was our show. Sunday morning I am off for Bacalar to my Sweetie and puppies. I am so ready for my own bed. My painting skill grows each year but it’s stressful. Until next week.
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Please tell us where this incredible store is. The piece you bought is gorgeous
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Hey Kathy, welcome to the blog. I bought the hanging on 59th in the 50s. However my experience is that there are lots of shops selling rugs. Go for the one you really love. If you want a show stopper, go to Oaxaca.
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Really enjoy your weekly posts and I love your painting. How exciting that it sold. I have friends that live in Merida and they love it .
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Thanks Gail, Merida is a great city with lots happening.
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I just love it when you can wander around a shop undisturbed, free to browse. The one thing I hated about living in Turkey was the relentless hassle.
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Turkey was the worst in hastle factor. At least we got tea or coffee. Buying towels and we were now family.
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