There are a lot of sights and sounds along our street...
Sometimes the local police will dress in Spanish Colonial Era uniforms and ride around on horseback.
I love to hear their echoing hooves clip-clopping down the street. We'll look down from the rooftop, or out a window, and be transported back to another time.
The buses don't use our street. It's one way and narrow at points. (Nowhere as narrow as our old alley street was, but not really big enough for the buses.) But most of the traffic tends to be for local residents and foot traffic to the market or to the hostel at the end of our street is the biggest part of the activity.
We think it feels like Paris when we walk home after a rain. |
Vendors use our street for their commutes to and from work in the main square. I love the colorful balloon sellers, but the smell from some of those food carts is amazing. |
There's a new restaurant about fifty steps from our door. Looking out onto 'our street' makes it ten times more amazing.
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