In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures
Central Park, Taxco, Guerrero, Mexico
The enormous house was located at the corner of the plaza, unequivocal and plain as daylight. The building was large, without doubt, and four stories high. The facade was painted in bright blue and white. For the same reason, the site could be easily identified from the plaza, and Jean Marie crossed over to it.
He entered the building through the front entrance, and the visitor was received by the receptionist who immediately asked from what part of the world he was visiting. He couldn’t resist a pun and replied: “Actually, I’m visiting from Marsella, but the one that is in France.” The guard at the front door laughed good-naturedly, and they stroke a conversation about the tourist’s home town. Jean Marie explained how though they were name-sakes, there was virtually no resemblance between both cities.
The guard’s name was Tomás, who kindly showed him around and gave him the grand tour. One by one, he took to each room and exhibit, explaining the highlights of each in minute detail. Through the conversation, Jean Marie could appreciate the importance of culture for the inhabitants of this coffee city and was profoundly impressed.
After a few hours, they said goodbye with a smile. Though he had started the day early, it seemed a bit late for lunch, especially in these lands where the meals were served by noon at the latest.