Imagine for a moment...
As you saunter the cobblestone streets, blooms of wild hibiscus open in celebration of your arrival in lush San Miguel de Allende. The rose quartz and rust-colored walls of this colonial Mexico town seem to embrace you, setting your inner Frida Kahlo free.
You feel the great lineage of artists and writers here, as the cream-curved architecture beckons you forth to the local mercado, where baskets of lime and mango make your mouth water. The Muse finds you around every corner, coaxing your eyes from courtyard to treasure-filled courtyard.
The sacred heart of the city almost sings your name in Spanish syllables. You tilt your head back to the turquoise sky and absorb the beauty of the Church of the Archangel Michael, which rises like a palace of sun-lit rosequartz. A quaint park in the plaza offers pools of shade beneath welcoming trees.
