WE DRIVE down the mountain every week to the state capital, mostly for shopping at Costco and Superama.
And to grab a lunch.
We rarely go directly into the center of town because traffic is snarly, and free parking is hard to find.
Yesterday, while my child bride was doing chores, I drove downtown for a look-see. That array of sidewalk tables sits across from a music conservatory called Las Rosas.
When I lived in the capital for seven months in 2000, I occasionally ate here. At the time there was only one establishment on this end, and another on the far end.
Those in the middle were not there.
Mexicans are fond of protesting in the streets and highways. More often than not, it’s teachers who want guaranteed jobs and the right to bequeath those jobs to unqualified relatives at retirement. Teachers also loath competence tests.
To counter these malcontents, police often take to the streets en masse. That’s what you see in the second photo. They were just standing there in body armor and shields.
I saw no impending strife nearby, so …
Being a cop must be very boring at times.
Sidewalk restaurants, cops and churches. The state capital is full of churches. That’s one just above. I snapped the photo while sitting on a bench in a plaza of yet another church directly behind me. Churches galore.
We sit at sidewalk eateries. We want guaranteed jobs. And we kneel and pray everywhere. All of those things happen in quantity down the mountain in the state capital.
It’s only 40 minutes away.
Thirty minutes if you really haul butt.