Fairytale Style: Deborah Turbeville and San Miguel

I have a soft spot in my heart for San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, after spending five blissful summer weeks there in 1997 with The Husband and The Girl, who had just turned two.  Our ostensible reason for being there was so The Husband could take a month-long Spanish class (where he first met our dear,  peripatetic friend Asya).  I mostly hung out with The Girl in our rented apartment until "school" was out each day, after which we would all walk the short distance downtown to el jardin, the heart of San Miguel.  We loved just sitting on park benches there, watching cavorting children, giggling teens, wandering mariachi bands, and balloon-sellers, or heading around the corner for some of the cheapest, tastiest, and most unique tacos we'd ever eaten.

I also took a two-day photography workshop in San Miguel--the best thing I've ever done for developing an eye for good settings, lighting, and subjects in my photography.  So when I linked from Poppytalk to this feature on Toast Travels (I love Toast!), it brought back memories in a way I can't quite explain.

We did a tour of homes in San Miguel that was unbelievable, yet I'm almost certain we didn't see Casa No Name, the home of acclaimed photographer and artist Deborah Turbeville.  Still, it seems familiar.  And the photography in these books is nothing short of spectacular.