The new novel I'm working on is tentatively titled The Museum on the Parque Juarez. But it's not set in San Miguel de Allende, rather, a fictional town which, as I see it now, is a sort of amalgam of San Miguel de Allende, Ajijic, 1960s-era Cuernavaca, and Antigua, with a touch of Peggy Guggenheim's Venice. There needs to be a tomb of a conquistador. And many fabulous dogs. (All dogs are fabulous, we know this.) 
More anon.
