This weekend we took a three-hour bus trip north of the D.F. to Querétaro, a lovely city of about 700,000 people. (Why does that now seem tiny? Must be because I’ve spent the last 8 months among 20 million.)
Querétaro is unique. It’s a “heartland city” like San Miguel de Allende, but has far fewer Americans and tourists. The streets are spotless and the economy is thriving, something that was obvious the moment I saw an Auto Zone store and other American outlets (sadly, this is one way to measure a strong economy here — are multi-nationals opening chain stores?).
The Centro still looks like Mexico, though — whew. On Saturday afternoon, it was downright sleepy, but beautiful. At night, of course, things got a bit more exciting (more on that on my next upcoming post), but overall, still quite manageable.
These extremely landscaped spherical ficus trees were all over the city. That’s Brendan’s head over there on the lower right, to give you an idea of the scale of these trees — which normally only grow as indoor house plants in the U.S., but are planted all over Mexico.
Another church view. Many of the buildings are painted deep red or orange, a perfect contrast against the blue sky.