and innapropriate footware for said cobblestones. It is also lined with waiters anxiously anticipating an order of tequila on the rocks with lots and lots of lime (it's just for sipping, Ana).
It all began at the "Wedding March" party where the entire group of 400+ met at the park, got "leied" with a little cup and was served tequila from various and sundry waiters. Some with donkeys that carried the tequila. In my defense, I was a tiny bit freaked out by the giant puppet people who were walking amongst us. I am a Mexican girl, through and through, and I felt that it would be good to have a few shots in order to calm down and get my groove on.
It went downhill from there (literally) to the Instituto de Arte Allende. We walked for about 15 minutes in a slow procession. I discovered the photographers and videographers. We totally became BFF's. No, really. B. F. F's.
Here are some pics of the first evening, where the cells quickly began the process of shriveling due to over consumption of tequila and street food.
Yes. That is a donkey butt decorated with a flower in the first picture. Also known as Mexican deodorant.
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