Travel Blogs from Patzcuaro
... as there was a Semana Santa crowd still.
I pulled in at sunset, found a cheap room, and wandered the bustling market square looking for food. For some reason I tend to avoid street-stall food, but every time I do partake, I love it. Tonight was one of those nights. For about $2 I had a full plate of perfectly seasoned and grilled carne asada, tacos, quesadillas and a ...
... against Sante Fe, a side from Bogota, Columbia, starts at 1915.
The former convent of San Diego was next up for a short visit. Typical of most religious interiors, it was not particularly well lit up save for the altar area.
The Callejon del Romance was stumbled upon. It is a narrow lane, jacarandas blooming. There are several areas where locks have been left, symbolizing true love.
The Temple of the Cross dates from the late 17th c. ...
... bus was pretty much full.
We took Rte 14 to Morelia. It is hilly country. Farming was fairly prevalent. Most people, myself included, nodded off for part of the journey.
Morelia is a city of some high six figure number. American stores popped up. Several military police went by but the city seems quiet.
At the bus terminal at 1340. It was a fairly short ride to the Hotel El Carmen. Sid mentioned possibly going to the Copa ...
... colourful shops and restaurant often on one or both sides of the stairs. It was a leisurely climb and Miguel had to wait for the tortoises.
Morelos is a hero of the Mexican independence struggle. The statue atop Janitzio doubles as an interior museum. Murals depict his life. You circle upwards and can have nice views of the island below and other islands.
Lunch was next on ...
... an hour later. Three cabs took us into the cobbled stone streets to the Yolihuani Posada. Sid said our hotels are a bit of a roller coaster: good in MC, very nice here, a step down in Morelia and more basic near the butterflies before returning to good in MC.
It was more drop your bags and rendezvous with Sid for a walk into town, armed with Lonely Planet maps of the town. Cobblestone streets awaited us.
The rest of the trip is virgin territory to me ...