These are two pottery bells from Mexico. My beloved godmother and aunt, who was an intrepid traveller, brought these home from one of her many trips to Mexico. The yellow one now belongs to my mother. The end part that hangs down is made of metal (copper, maybe). It hangs in the doorway of my parents' den I noticed every day this past week as I was visiting my mom. The white bell is the one given to me. It's hanging part is made of unglazed pottery. This bell has the center part cut out, as are the doorway and some of the windows in the mission. I think it reminds me less of Mexico and more of the Pueblo dwellers of the American southwest. My aunt has been an inspiration for me as far as travelling goes. She says the best parts of the journey are often the unexpected, out-of-the-way things that you see while on your way to the tourist attractions. As I think of my three trips to Mexico, I know that she is right.