I don't know why, but on the hottest day of our visit, they held the final procession of the Festival of San Miguel. Actually I don't think they planned for it to be the hottest day, but who knows? They take the statue of St. Miguel from his high perch in the Parroquia Church and visit all the churches in the city. Groups of “danzas” dance the entire way to the beat of loud and heavy drumming. Did I mention it was hot? This is not a small short event but goes on for about two hours under the brutal early afternoon sun. We watch and photographed the beginning, but by the time it was over, we were already blocks away sitting under the portico of the Cafe Don Quijote sipping margaritas and chowing down on good food. We were enjoying our lunch so much that we drank and ate too much, and the rest of the day was spent in siesta. Then the fire works began and roused us from our siesta about dusk. Time to drink a bit more and enjoy it all. No, I don't have any images of fireworks – I don't do fireworks.

Speaking of fireworks -- that is of a different sort -- last night just as we were dozing off around mid-night, there was a street brawl outside. Shouting, yelling, all sorts of carrying own. Then they start throwing rocks at each other. REVOLUTION!! Well, maybe. It gets quiet for about 10 minutes and then starts up again. Now you hear women yelling and shouting. Police come. The reverlers throw rocks at the police, the police retaliate by throwing the rocks back. The "bad" guys retreat to their roof tops (police here cannot enter on probably cause and chase anyone) and throw rocks, bricks, old tiles, etc. Some even rain down on Billie and Ned's patio. After about an hour, it finally gets quiet. Billie and Ned sure know how to show their guest a good time. Ned told me this morning while downtown watching the dancers, that the group that represented the San Antonio Colonia (section of town where they live), all dressed in blue are they same guys that were fighting with each other during the night. Go figure.