Here at Dodo Café the rhythm begins to stick. The people move — albeit at their own pace. The city sings — albeit on Sunday afternoons. The parks yield peace — if only behind their concrete barriers. Queretaro is a beautiful place, and I’m quick to understand why people love living here.
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