Now I hate cute, but sometimes it is irresistible. This house on Hernandez Macias in San Miguel, between Pila Seca and Umaran, has weathered like a Hollywood set designer’s dream. I would groan if I saw it in a movie, but here it is, only missing the guy in a sombrero leaning against the doorpost. It used to be a restaurant, but closed a while ago.
Cute, Cute, Cute
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