Your drunken tourists kept me awake all Saturday night! I didn’t make the effort to find something other than the tourist bar with expensive cervezas. I could barely move through the crowds packing your most famous streets and squares. It is too loud, all the time!
On a lovely, quiet Sunday morning I wandered your beautiful, steep, hillside alleys and went to a catholic mass in your cathedral. I was the only tourist.
Guanajuato, your moods, like your streets, are twisted and tunneled and piled on top of each other.
On a lovely, quiet Sunday morning I wandered your beautiful, steep, hillside alleys and went to a catholic mass in your cathedral. I was the only tourist.
Guanajuato, your moods, like your streets, are twisted and tunneled and piled on top of each other.
