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March 30, 2009
Bayside, New York
November 8, 2005
There is a seawall here as well, but nothing like the Malecon in downtown Vallarta. The crafted wrought iron benches, with the Bay of Banderas inscription are quite striking with the sea and sky as backdrop. I stood there actually trying to capture a wave about to unfurl and am pleased with the results... have a look at the photo.
Most beach restaurants have stilted fronts as high tide brings the water almost right up to the seawall. The colors the area were so wonderful and balmy; oranges, reds, and juicy yellows in contrast to the usual brick buildings one finds in New York. Look to the left and see the high risers of Puerto Vallarta, and to the right was the end of the arch of the bay.
As the sun begins to ebb, more people come to life, or rather come outside. Horses are being led gently by their owners on the sand, looking for riders. A couple of small boys are squatting on the sea wall, peering at the horses, and gesturing very excitedly. Finally, in the distance, we see a single solitary woman in a bathing suit, but even she is not going into the water; rather she sits at the very edge, and lets the waves tickle her feet.
On the other side of the seawall is the “centro”, and it’s getting busy; the smell of fried something is always is in the air. Some tourists are walking by the flea market, others are deciding which restaurant to pick for dinner. On the main avenue into the city is a single divider with lovely palms to give the much needed shade during the day’s heat. The sign which bears the large E in a red circle with a line going through it means no parking. E is for estacionamiento (parking). I love the idea that it is so pedestrian friendly.
We left the beach to walk behind the flea market and we uncovered the loveliest art on the walls, apparently done by a quebecois; what used to be a fishing boat has been turned into a large plant holder. If it’s unpaved, it might be cobblestone! Even here, you cannot escape the timeshare hagglers. I got caught by one who wanted to show me the Mayan Palace, not realizing I was already staying there.
From journal Out of Jalisco and into Nayarit