Taxco is a beautiful secret city hiding in isolated hills far south of Mexico City. There's no color here. Building facades are uniform, white stucco walls with red/brown skirts that hide low-lying scuff marks. It's a law. Well, I don't know if it's a law, but if not, it's a gentlemen's agreement, because nobody uses color in this town.
Except for the tile roofs, those terracotta clay roofs.
Taxco is the center of the world. Of silver. The town makes it's living, directly or indirectly, from silver.
The world's best silversmiths work in Taxco, many out of their homes, designing and hand making jewelry, piece by piece, to be sold locally or to fly off to hungry markets in Europe, Australia and the US. It's a painstaking labor of love for them.
This is not mass production. It is art. When you slip on a bracelet from Taxco, think about the hands that held it before yours did. ~ Carolyn in Mexico
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