Bucerias Tianguis
Last Sunday we got a wild hair to get out of the house. What better way to spend Sunday morning than a trip to the local Bucerias tianguis (flea market). It’s been a year or so since our last visit and the flea market has been growing odd tentacles in to each of the neighboring side streets. Dusty as ever and full of typical bucerian characters. The Tuba was off the hook.
