Tucson is a city of surprises, of artists in streets and in studios, of cultures from both sides of borders. You never know what you’re going to find, but you always find something. Like this within Daniel Martin Diaz’s Sacred Machine storefront. After dinner at Cafe Poca Cosa, Simon and David and I went for a walk downtown during a late-April street festival...and found this secret shrine tucked away in the back of a crowded gallery where a pianist was playing Satie.
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