The place of chard tamales and vegan gorditas. Where the fountain is protected from splashing children by an iron gate. Cold in the shadows but bright in the sun.
Los callejones are filled with secrets.
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PatyWhereRU? says:
Oh yes, I been there. Why do I feel so free there? Get a tamale, a gordita, some orange juice. When I was last there, I was talking to the woman who sold champurrado and we were discussing travel to Africa. We have both never been there, but why should that stop us? I like talking to people with open minds and I find some in Guanajuato. Your pics capture the simplicity of that magic place. That plaza provided me a space to chill with that bright starry sky. It’s funny, there is so much movement there, and it is so relaxing.
Oh yes, I been there. Why do I feel so free there? Get a tamale, a gordita, some orange juice. When I was last there, I was talking to the woman who sold champurrado and we were discussing travel to Africa. We have both never been there, but why should that stop us? I like talking to people with open minds and I find some in Guanajuato. Your pics capture the simplicity of that magic place. That plaza provided me a space to chill with that bright starry sky. It’s funny, there is so much movement there, and it is so relaxing.