Slow Sunday

After the long, busy day yesterday, a slower pace was called for today. Didn't really get going 'til about noon.


This is the hallway outside my room.


Casa de la O's courtyard fountain.


The bouganvilla are in bloom out in front of the B&B.


The jardin was crowded and busy which is typical for a warm Sunday. I don't think the balloon vendors did such a good business as they seemed to still have plenty later in the evening.



A group of young dancers were performing indigenous routines while the group in the center seemed to be making an offering to the church in front of them. I heard them called Apaches. Apparently, the Apache tribe was in Mexico in addition to Arizona.


These guys kept a pretty good beat. Easy to dance to, as Dick Clark would say.

We took a taxi over to La Aurora, a refurbished former textile factory with artist studios and high-end decor shops. Most were closed on a Sunday, but it looked like an interesting place to browse. Then it was time for an early dinner.



Oh, and what a dinner it was at Pueblo Viejo on Umaran, just off the jardine. I had the Tampiqueha-style Beef Filet described as served with an enchilada in green sauce, an Enmolada (another enchilada with mole sauce), beans, and guacamole. Damn, it was good. And Negra Modelo was in the house, too.


But what everybody flipped for was the Molecajete de Arrachera that Gianna ordered. Too much for one person, she shared. Served piping hot in the bowl that kept it warm, "strips of fine beef in green sauce served with Mexican sausage, avocado, cactus leaf, and grilled fresh cheese." The chunks of beef seasoned with the green sauce were amazing.

All together, the bill came to $1000 pesos, including drinks and tip. That's $250 pesos each, or about $23.37 USD. Not a bad deal!

We went out to the jardin to walk it off but preferred to stand and watch the Aztec dancers now performing in the plaza in front of la parroquia.




The Aztecs were followed by a dance school group that was not very entertaining, except of course, to their friends and family. After that, a disco street dance on the plaza was competing sound-wise with a Souza band in the jardin gazebo. It was time to go.



You can never take too many shots of San Miguel's iconic la parroquia (parish) church. It takes light in many interesting ways.