On a bright Sunday morning, I took a taxi to the downtown Chihuahua for a walk. There is music, singing and dancing, a lively old book market, and twos and threes of adults and children collecting donations for cancer children. The pious prayers in the church and the drums of street performers are mixed, but they are also harmonious. Every street corner has an urban sculpture or small scene, and the citizens are relaxing and relaxing, sitting in a daze under the shade of the trees in twos and threes.
It seems that every colonial country has a square of weapons. In the past, many countries generally used the square of weapons as the center, but the square of weapons looked very beautiful. I just heard about this place and thought it would have a lot of weapons over there, but it is not, it is just a name.