Walking down Tenerias the other day, I noticed how the early autumn sun lit a window, inspiring me to stop and take its portrait.
A closer look revealed that it was filled with ceramic figures: impossibly cute cherubs...
...Disneyesque renderings of Guadalupe. Who buys this stuff anyway?
I've never been able to appreciate ceramics like these. My grandmother probably liked Hummel figurines, but she didn't pass the love-of-kitsch gene down to me.
Admittedly, I am an insensitive clod.
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