We were visiting a friend at her new rental house in Pátzcuaro. The street we drove up was Alcantarilla*, a narrow callejon
that begins between the Museo de Artes Populares and the Ex-Colegio. Although not extensive, this area of the city somewhat resembles Guanajuato or Toledo, Spain. The street is narrow, and ought to be one way only, but I saw vehicles, including a cerveza delivery truck going down the wrong way.
After looking over our friends new dwelling (actually a vintage house) several blocks away, and outside of the pcturesque Barrio Viejo (my name for the sector), I retraced our route onfoot, in the direction of the Plaza Grande. I happened to have my camera with me, so I began snapping pix. I was doubly rewarded when a man came along with a basket of bread perched on hs head. He showed me a nice selection of panes dulces integral, and I bought $66 peso of assorted breads. We sampled a few later, and ther are moist, tasty if a little heavy.
I only just started to sort through these pictures and edit them, and it may be tomorrow morning before I can upload them. I'll let you know when they are viewable.
*My Spanish-English dictionary defines the lovely, romantic word "Alcantarilla" as "sewer".