Ah, Playa. One has so much to choose from when it comes to getting a souvenir for that special person back home.
Anyway, here I was just about to start writing my magnum opus on all the ways Mexico and Mexicans get right up my nose*, when I arrived back here in Playa for the umpteenth time in 26 years and then suddenly all seemed well again with the world.
The layers of tack keep getting laid down, one on top of the other. This time I note that since I was last here in June '13 one of my favourite sections of the Quinta has been demolished in its entirety and further up towards Constituyentes there's a really ugly new mall selling $90 plastic flip-flops.
And yet still, I cannot find it in me to hate this town.
* Not the food, I hasten to add.
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