"To stroll through the working-class "colonias" on the outskirts of San Miguel de Allende, in central Mexico - is to think, at times, that the world is a cacophony of barking dogs. When the sun goes down, in the middle of the night and at first light, they bark. “How long can they keep it up?” I have often asked myself...?"
"To stroll through the working-class "colonias" on the outskirts of San Miguel de Allende, in central Mexico - is to think, at times, that the world is a cacophony of barking dogs. When the sun goes down, in the middle of the night and at first light, they bark. “How long can they keep it up?” I have often asked myself...?"
