A few weekends ago, just before the Night of the Dead, the 6th annual fair of "Pan Tradicional Michoacan," was held in the plaza adjacent to the Casa de las Artesianos in Morelia's centro district. For three day booths rimming the plaza were enthusiastically thronged by hundreds of lovers of baked goods of every variety from Morelia and nearby towns.
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For those of us without washing machines the neighborhood "Lavandaria" or laundry is an essential part of weekly life. Interestingly enough, it is also somewhat of a crapshoot in that the stuff you take to the laundry is not always exactly what you get back. So far, on the negative side of the ledger, I have lost a pillow case and several socks. On the positive side I have received, but not kept, a very nice hotel beach towel and a pair of jeans. This morning I took my bundle of soiled garments in for another experiment. It will be interesting to see what I get back.
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