The boyfie has visited this place before, the famous Pagburnayan pottery where guests can watch how earthen ware is made. (View my visual diary for larger-size images from Pagburnayan.)
Here’s is JV at the potter’s wheel, taking over a shape that I presume the owners of the establishment won’t be selling to their buyers.
Jars stacked one on top of the other, already baked and dried. Burnay in Ilocano means jar.
Wish I tried my hand at the wheel, but my hands were busy with a camera.
I love the play of shadow and light on the jars, which I guess are still waiting to be dyed. They bear a silence that is both raw and austere.
The boyfie’s jar, a bit deformed. The driver of the callesa told us that pottery is one of the main sources of livelihood in Vigan.
We also dropped by the Buridek Musueum, a great place for kids on a field trip. Kids-at-heart, are welcome too, of course.
The façade of Saint Paul Metropolitan Cathedral, as depicted above. We passed by it when we left the main plaza.
Buridek is Ilocano for youngest sibling, or bunso in Tagalog. If only we knew Ilocano, we would have known that the place was targeted towards kids.
We also went to Vigan's Hidden Garden.
The boyfie posing as Cleopatra.
There were all sorts of plants and flowers – all available for purchase, of course. (More pics from Hidden Garden on my visual diary.)
It was here that I bought my first potted plant, a succulent which I forgot the name of.
Bought one pot each, without ribbons, of course.
The cute leafy pots. Returning home to Manila, I discover that we already have the plant above in our garden, though in much bigger pots. They grow very long and only require watering once a week.
A brass sculpture having its moment in the sun.
Our last stop on our callesa tour was the Baluarte zoo, owned by Chavit Singson, the patriarch of Ilocos Sur’s ruling political dynasty.
Besides parrots, there were all sorts of birds, such as ducks and cockatoos.
Deer and horses on the grounds. (View larger images from Baluarte here.)
There was even a show where visitors were invited to interact with some snakes and marsupials. I pitied the chained tiger, which looked sad and drugged. Anyway, there is another time and place (and a different blog!) where I will write about the political families ailing this country. For now, let’s move on with the show! There is one more (or two?) post to write and edit from our Vigan trip, which includes museums and Calle Crisologo.