Whenever my dad travels, one of his favorite things to do is to go to the local markets and meet the local people. He says those are the ones with whom we learn the most...
One afternoon we went to this place my dad calls "the stock exchange". They don't really sell stocks there, but they sell everything else. It gets so loud and busy that it reminds him of the stock exchange, back from when him and my mom lived in New York.
This place is amazing! I got to try out a luchador mask, and we got candy to put in my own pinata!
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