"¡Hola amigos, again!" - it was the same roaming band as we'd seen on Saturday at the rooftop place down the way, only this time with an extra man plus nervous looking child in tow, and much worse shirts. They played us one song and continued their rounds.
Prior to their arrival, I'd started making a note in my pad with just the letter M. I wonder what I was going to write?
Back to the room for a siesta, the next few hours consisted entirely of Helen sleeping while I listened to the 9 Years Podcast. Come on you Dons!
Come the evening and there's nothing for it but to get back on the food and drink. With the temperature at vaguely sensible levels and the sun half an hour from setting, we venture up to the town square and, whoa! There's shitloads of people about!
Apparently Sunday is the day to be out, at least for the locals. There are people everywhere, lining the main square and a couple of streets surrounding. None of the businesses look very busy, in fact "Downtown Pub" is shut, but the atmosphere on the street is great.
There are vague attempts by restaurant doormen to gain our business, and the church is really crowded - so much that not everyone can fit in, and the Mexi-gospel from inside floats across the air from the open doors.
We wander around a small area as yet unexplored i.e. beyond the brewery and find a restaurant called La Lupita - Tacos and Mezcal. No-one is on the door trying to talk us in, which is one reason the business actually wins our custom. That and the menu had craft Mexican beer on it.