Wherever I go, like Paul Simon, I'm noticing angels in the architecture. (I have a thing for angels, which I collect, especially primitive folk-art angels.) I posted this essay back in April of 2012, using photos from a trip to Mexico taken in 2010. I recently rediscovered it while looking for photos for a travel contest. You'll see why I was inspired to re-post this. And the story has a happy ending (spoiler alert). The volcano "El Popo" did not erupt and destroy the beautiful angel-filled churches.
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