The muses call on me when I least expect them. And so it happened last weekend in a fallen down Spanish Mission called Tumacacori. The mission was built by Jesuit missionaries in the 17th century. It is one of a string of about 20 that span the border region between southern Arizona and Northern Sonora, Mexico. Some are still in use and others are now just a few crumbling walls. Tumacacori is only partially restored. There was a regional Fiesta there last weekend with traditional music, crafts and foods. The church was open for visitors to walk through.
The exterior walls of the church are scratched with years of graffiti.
The interior walls are a combination of exposed adobe, remnants of plaster and hand painted designs.
The afternoon in Tumacacori was magical. Thank you muses for whispering in my ear.
