When saying the word “bohemian” there is an air of romanticism about it. I think of flea markets that carry goods and wares, scents wafting in the air from pasts long gone in parts of the world that are still ancient while others are ever evolving while holding on to their pasts.
That’s my version of bohemian, at least.
Here a very colour blogger named California Pixie talks about her Big Mexican Bohemian moment in Oaxaca.
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