EVERY FRIDAY this long line forms outside the ATM of the Santander bank. Often the line goes halfway down the block before it disappears around the corner.
This is a relatively new scene, starting about two months ago. I have a theory. These people are withdrawing cash that was deposited by relatives above the Rio Bravo.
They are a motley bunch from the lower economic regions. Young, for the most part, with a good percentage, mostly male, to whom the adjective cholo would apply. Bandannas, sunglasses, hoodies, pants drooping low.
They’re not just from our town because many come in minibuses from outlying villages. The minibuses bring them, wait, and then return them to the sticks.
The good thing about this for me is that the long line usually attracts a churro vendor who hawks his goodies out of a basket. Churros go real good with café Americano negro.
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(Where’s Waldo? Just barely noticeable in the shot above is the subject of another photo.)