Xalapa
Though just two hours from Veracruz, Xalapa (sometimes spelled Jalapa) couldn’t be more different. The temperature was mild, the sensibility cultured, and the architecture refined.
But like Veracruz, there wasn’t a lot for us to do there. You can only wander around central streets for so long, especially in the rain. It was a relaxing place to be, but we moved on after a short stay.
The city’s central cathedral by day and night.
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Looking out from the cathedral, and laughing at an overlook.
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More day and night shots of the cathedral [it was really beautiful].
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An art museum and fountain both housed in a central park.
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Smoking at a café; leaving a lotto store.
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The Xalapa traffic cops don’t mess around with their rain gear.
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A small protest involving the governor paraded around the main square.
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A traveling fruit shop; waiting for something in the square.
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The ornate tile in our hotel and at an excellent restaurant.
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Not all of the city was polished.
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Still waiting for…
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