Around mid-day on November 5, we left San Miguel de Allende (here: a mural in the city’s Instituto Allende) and, together with Fraenzi and Martin, headed southeast to Queretaro, the capital of Queretaro State.
Shortly before departing from Weber Tennis Courts campground we heard that in the afternoon of November 4, a Mexican couple had been assassinated one block away. A brief Internet search revealed that only one week prior, an elderly U.S. citizen had been robbed and murdered in her San Miguel de Allende apartment. Sadly, Mexico’s Janus face is ubiquitous.
In Queretaro, we got an excellent deal at one of the boutique hotels in the historic center and started exploring right away. Jardin Guerrero (warriors’ garden)…
… and the pedestrian shopping area offered shaded spots to enjoy local coffee and chocolate pralines.
We loved the city’s cobblestone streets and colonial homes…
… and its antique-looking stores.
On November 6 I went out and was thrilled to find Argentinean Quilmes beer in one of the city’s many pubs.
On November 7 we spent hours walking around and marveling at the facades of Queretaro’s many churches.
Some are rather modest in decor while others…
… are almost overpowering in their adornments.
This one was my personal favorite.
Curious here: dozens of flags of countries in the Americas, as well as from those with historical connections to Latin America. The only flag missing: the United States’.
Mexican national pride is visible everywhere (here: a memorial to the 150th anniversary of Mexico’s independence atop the city government’s building).
The evening view from our hotel‘s magnificent rooftop terrace.
Nighttime Queretaro reminded us of Italian and Spanish towns.
The municipal government’s building at Plaza de Armas.
We celebrated the weekend with a sumptuous dinner at Tikua, the top-ranked restaurant in Queretaro. Starters included blue corn tortillas with five different spicy sauces, locally brewed Hercules IPA, a frozen strawberry margarita for Fraenzi and a delicious chocolate-chili-mezcal cocktail for me.
Martin and I then indulged in red snapper filets (Martin’s came wrapped in banana leaves; mine was bathed in green chili) while Fraenzi devoured her chicken in fig sauce.