After about two and a half hours in mid-evening, not a soul crossed my path and the silence was only broken by the faint hum of a distant car and the occasional moaning meow of the mansion’s only other residents. The well-worn woods, plush upholstery with its sagging springs, the fading and sinking walls supporting the rich beams of centuries past were all bathed in a warm champagne glow. Though very peaceful, I began to wonder why no one was in the Spanish colonial boutique hotel, Casa Mexilio in Merida. I never would figure out the answer and I never will. I suppose I’ll just appreciate the private residence we experienced.

As for the photo, this is a 3 exposure HDR though only with the lightest treatment. The original exposures didn’t need much help.

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