The eyebrow. That's what this little pueblo is called. Some of the old colonial buildings still stand with their brightly colored wooden trim. Like with all typical latino towns, the iglesia or church sits at the head of the town square. It is a place to worship, a place to visit with neighbors, and a place to cool off when the sun is too warm. The old men walk down the streets in their rounded hats, the young vaqueros ride into town on their horses. Who needs a designated driver when the horse knows the way?
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