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... was Nicholas de la Serna, one of the wealthiest men of his day. Its flowers reflected another common theme of the city's churches.
Time for a deserved java break. Stopped at The Italian Coffee for a cafe Americano and some blueberry figs 34MP. We were opposite the Plaza de Armas, immediately to the west of the cathedral. It was approaching 1100 but many people were relaxing in the colonnaded area, life proceeding at a slower pace here.
Heading over to ...
People dumped their bags, some rather slowly. Readying to go, Sid offered anyone the chance to exchange rooms. The Brits and the Albertans did, poor form indeed, holding everybody up while their bags were transferred.
The hotel is another reconverted home. Our room is ground floor and facing the street so it may be noisy early in the morning.
Miguel took the satisfied hotel residents to La Copa de Oro for lunch. Had ...
... of their three principal towns.
Within sight was Lake Patzcuaro. The land around the lake is communally owned. No motorboats and the like for pleasure are allowed. The only boat traffic is basic transportation to and from the seven inhabited islands.
We walked around the main pyramid structure at Tzintzuntzan. Its striking architectural feature is rounded segments. Other pyramids in ...
... Jim's cringe level. They are from Oregon. The word grim suddenly comes to mind.
Those that went last night to the Cafe El Popular Restaurante enjoyed it; whew! They dined in the bakery section.
Off in a van for a 20M ride to a bus terminal. Asked Sid if he was carrying a bazooka in a long cylindrical case. He said yes, that he was Mexican Taliban. With his scruffy beard, the thought quickly passed my mind! He's guided for G for the last six years.
... a view point located in his wrist. The return to the island released our inner German as we had to catch the bus back to DF and no-one else seemed to have a care in the world about leaving, not the band, the driver, nor the boy preparing crisps with salsa, salt and lime.... It didn't matter so much in the end as it turned out Manuel had booked the bus back for 1.45am as opposed to 1.45pm... It just meant we got to take a slight ...