One morning, we drove through the desert to a little town - it was called Todos Santos. My mom liked everything about it except the stray pitbull that followed us coming out of the playground on the town square.
The town was full of great people, small stores, cozy restaurants and a fun market. There were cattle skulls on the streets and people were painting on them. There were mariachi statues but we didn't find any real ones playing music. Some houses were not painted, and some others had beautiful drawings on them! We met a man that was selling swords made from fish bones, and another man that was drawing on leather.
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