On Sundays, lots of people ride bicycles in the city.
Near the cathedral on one side of the square, which was built on the site of a Mexica temple, we saw native dancers in clouds of incense (pinon?). I didn't get pictures of the dancers, but here's the cathedral, with an advertisement for the book fair in the foreground: On several of the side streets we saw living statues, magicians and organ grinders. No pictures of those either.
Who's "we"? Storyteller Inno Sorsy, our tour manager Alberto Alexander and me.
More tomorrow or the next day. I'm about to fall into bed.