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A cynic might say there are more murals, statues and pictures wearing masks in San Miguel de Allende than actual people.
I wouldn’t know.
Lately, the only people I hang out with are murals, statues, and pictures. And they all seem to be wearing masks.
Which is why I prefer their company to that of people who will not wear masks. They even look smarter than people without masks.
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Sunshine showers down on the campo as Zangunga’s Sunday crowd heads for home one last time — for now at least.
San Miguel de Allende is not yet a ghost town, but it is awfully quiet.
On Saturday there were five hot air balloons crossing the sky as I took Moppit out for her morning walk. Today, there were none.
San Miguel’s edgiest T-shirt shop (“Any design you want, in black and white only”) has had a “Pinche Trump” T-shirt in the window for as long as I can remember. Today, a new shirt reigns: “Keep Calm and Wash Your Hands.”
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Musings, Magic, San Miguel and More 