Because the tour group was at 2:50 pm, I got up late. After boiling water and ate some biscuits, I went out leisurely.
Although it was almost 10:00 am, most shops had not opened yet. The small town didn't wake up slowly until a while later. Dirt roads and streets were distributed all over the southeast and northwest. On either side of the streets were various special flavor restaurants, cafes, and craft shops. The variety of small commodities filled the eyes of tourists.
The center of the small town was also called Plaza de Armas. On the west side was a small yellowish-brown/ochre/beige colonial church -- San Pedro Church. Its architectural design blended the characters of the Spanish church and Indian houses in the desert area of South America. The beige clay wall made from local materials. The most distinctive part was its inner ceiling, which was built with a kind of local cardboard-like cactus wood. The connection was not made of iron nails but tied with belts. The simple and regional characteristic chapel was first built in the 17th century. The outer wall was re-stabilized and renovated in 1745, and the bell tower was added after 1890.
Here, the time went very slowly, and people were so lazy in the sun. I saw a girl lying upright on the fence of the stiff flowerbed with a backpack in one hand. A dog was even more excessive, that it leaned on its back directly in the road. The ecstatic sleeping posture attracted tourists to snap photos.
Here, it seemed like a castle for sleeping beauty. Everything was in slow motion, including your smile.
