Moving out of the Santo Domingo de Guzmán, it was time to head towards the city square - the Zócalo, officially known as the Plaza de Oaxaca City, which is the throbbing heart of the city...
This little native girl enjoys an ice-lolly as I step out of the Santo Domingo de Guzmán...
There she comes...
A lovely gulmohur tree outside the church...
The massive church behind me...
Street vendors selling garments in native prints...
Walking along the Calle Macedonio Alcalá, I head towards the Zócalo...
Another Beetle...
Oaxaca has loads of heritage...
A hawker preparing a taco...
Reached the Benito Juárez Market at the Zócalo (everything here is named after Benito Juárez)...
Queuing up for the daily dose of meat at the carnicería...
Yummy chorizos and dry, cured meats hanging...
Some more yummy delights...
The shuttered up rear side of the market...
Traffic around the Zócalo...
The Zócalo area has been picketed by the striking teachers who are protesting education reform. And that meant I really could not see much except walking around the ...
Walking through the hawkers who are occupying the streets, but I must say they have made the streets quite colourful...
Heading back now...
Heading back now...
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