One Family, Siete Baikas

We both do a little work in the morning from home, but otherwise have the day off. We decide not to go to the beach because we’ve missed the high tide, and here that can make all the difference. We take the bikes to the malecón, which itself is empty, though the bars are filled with Americans enjoying the balmier weather and beer. It’s the kind of day that will sell a lot of beer. The air has cooled but not dried. There’s a breeze. The shrimp boats are out.

We head over to the old pier and families are swimming. A booze cruise returning to the docks gets stuck in the low-tide. It belches black smoke and Guns ‘N Roses as it struggles.

In the evening we watch Alphaville. The first eight minutes feel like an hour, but we stick it out and end up enjoying it. The moody shots of Modernist interiors remind me of Tucson banks from the same era and watching them makes me feel like I’ve done my part for Tucson Modernism Week even though those buildings are in Paris, I’m in Mexico, and Tucson is in Arizona.