driving down the roads of port au prince is sad and confusing.  normal life seems to have returned with the streets filled with vendors under umbrellas selling their wares joined by the haitian city chaos...then right in the middle of the next block is a store, home, or school which has completely collapsed.

no one seems to be paying attention to the wreckage.  in fact, the family next door takes advantage of the shade provided by the ruined building's top floor which has crashed down and now hangs over their property.  it's a survival puzzle that hasn't come together in my head yet.

the tourist walls of art are stocked again around the city.  not only have we seen the typical market scenes...quake art has now joined the mix with the destroyed palace and torn haitian flag a popular image.  jacques pointed out that artists no longer have to paint straight lines.

we continued on to visit the recycled metal workers in croix des bouquet where the damage in the tiny village was not as bad.  all the studios buildings seemed to have survived goudou goudou (what the locals call the quake immitating the horrific sound that was heard).  all our favorite artists were happy to see us and we bought a great supply of new work.

oh, i forgot the best sight...you know how hot it is here and most of the military aid are in full gear complete with guns...not the french.  no, no...they were in camoflauge short shorts, no shirts and vest tops...i think they were the village people.

what was totally shocking before is morphing into...it is what it is...this country needs a ton of help.

all my best from haiti