On our way home we walked through Mercado 60 which is a sort of upscale food court and on Friday night we ate here. I chose a Oaxacan quesadilla like food called a Tlayuda. I was skeptical that I would like it because it has a thin layer of unrefined lard between beans and cheese, but it really wasn't a noticeable taste. Chris had a hamburger done to his satisfaction at a different stall.
Then we strolled through the Santiago square where this group of ukulele players was warming up.
And on up Calle 60 to our hotel on Calle 55.
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