A feast for the eyes, the tongue and the wallet. At La Mar. 

A feast for the eyes, the tongue and the wallet. At La Mar. 

If you’re like me, you have grandkids. And if you’re like me, you’re constantly (and usually unsuccessfully) trying to lure them down to San Miguel de Allende. “But, Grampie, there’s no sand, no sea.” I’d been almost ready to try a somewhat shady tactic. “You come to...