There really is no place that I've been so far that has quite the same serendipitous magic of San Miguel.
Two nights ago, walking to my favorite taco place for dinner, a group of burros resting before their climb back up the hill, waited at the end of my street.
Last week, crossing the Jardin at sunset, I witnessed men lighting paper hot air balloons and sending them up over the city.
Magical.
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