The Postscript: Super Bonito
“Maybe I’m a little old for this dress?” I suggested tentatively as I made my way to the mirror in the little shop.
I was in the artisans’ market in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, where they sell everything imaginable—and quite a few things I had never imagined. I was wearing a dress that had been hanging on a rack outside a tiny shop in the market. It was in my favorite colors.
I’ve been…