pigeons on the grass, alas

Actually there was no grass just the dirtiest zocalo in Mexico. There were crowds of people but they were outnumbered and out voiced. The ground and every bench not in use was white from the nasty little flying rats. Carrying on a conversation was impossible, we were drowned out by bird noise.

It's really a shame because Cuernavaca is a beautiful city- green and blooming with color, perfect weather year-round. I don't get it.