|Historic Center of Queretaro|
As we approached the plaza, the drums in the distance became louder, and the crowds grew bigger. We were going to festival that commemorates the founding of Queretaro. Vendors lined the streets selling different street foods; tacos, helotes, aguas frescas. People poured into the road, stopping traffic. When we finally entered the plaza, traditional indigenous drums echoed loudly through it, their rhythms bouncing off the colonial walls of buildings enclosing the plaza, mixing with the sounds of crowds gathered to watch. Hundreds of half-naked dancers, known as concheros, dressed in traditional outfits with headdresses of tropical feathers and shells around their ankles paraded through the crowds.
As the sun disappeared and darkness settled in, the bells atop the Templo La Cruz began ringing louder, the drums in the plaza grew stronger, and the concheros moved faster. The crowds came closer, and some joined in the dancing. The plaza stirred with energy and heat.
|Templo La Cruz|