If I turn to the right as I’m swimming my morning laps, this is what I see. Sometimes pigeons are perched on the dome and sometimes they are lined up in the edge of the pool, drinking. Yesterday a white dove joined them. The white-winged dove we call Carmen sits on a pole over the little area where we sit to dry off. Every morning begins this way.
Around the block is the Museo de Arte Prehispanico de Mexico, showcasing the collection of Rufino Tamayo. Each gallery is beautiful, the work displayed in cases painted deep pink or violet or ultramarine or saffron or clear green. So many astonishing creations, from 1260 BC to 200 AD, and then later, until 1521. I loved the polychrome vessels, the dogs, the women. Look at this philosopher!
It’s our last day in Oaxaca, a day for last things: swims; ambling through the Zocalo where children race around and vendors tap an elbow to show you painted animals or wooden spoons; a meal at Cafe Boulenc; a conversation with Carmen about her future in opera.
Tomorrow we fly home.
...Theresa Kishkan 
How can one swim in Oaxaca? They have no water there (or very little).
Our hotel had a rooftop pool! 18 m., I think. Very lovely.