It’s the people you fall in love with, tho.  Each morning the city comes alive as the sun rises and Shelly and I sit in the open window of our favorite restaurant and watch the parade.  The narrow streets are clogged with a steady line of taxis (white VW Bugs).  Workers line up at the bus stop.  Mothers weave in and out of the traffic with kids who are dressed in their school uniforms.  The shopkeepers meticulously scrub the steps in front of their door. 

Silver is the heart of this city.  Tunnels and mines snake under every square inch of their ground (except under the cathedral!) and everyone is in some way connected to, and dependent upon, the industry. 

the street vendors set up their fresh fruit and vegetables and jello treats, and begin the fires burning under couldrons of soups and fresh corn. 

I don’t think we have been to Taxco yet without seeing some form of parade snake through the city.  We don’t speak enough Spanish to know what each parade is for, but there are many school parades and we enjoy watching their children go by on floats and in groups, dressed up as Disney characters or little princes and princesses.  There are parades for all the holidays and special occasions, too.  There are parades for weddings, and processions for funerals.  But the big events are their religious festivals.