Ojo de Dios:
In 1966 I was back in Guadalajara again, and saw a Huichol Indian on the pedestrian bridge leading to the marketplace, in his arms a large bundle of ojos. I watched from my vantage place on the second story of that huge central market, fascinated by this Indian's all white clothes and easy slow movements, as he stood for a few moments and surveyed the busy scene around him while holding his very colorful bundle. Later I bought a couple of the ojos and took them back to where I was staying in the small and exotic town of Ajijic, on Lake Chapala.