December 19, 2004
No sooner had we crossed the street than were we accosted by one Mexican after another to come and see their wares. There were stalls after stalls of silver, blankets, lace, pottery, carvings, and T-shirts. Each vendor claimed his or her merchandise was unique and offered at the "best price." If they did not have your size, somehow it would be produced from the back of the store or perhaps a relative’s booth.
This would not be a place I would go to at night, and I felt like I should be hanging tightly onto my purse and wallet, although the people were not unfriendly. If you have a hard time walking away, then don’t go here, but if you know what you want, this is the place to bargain and get it at the best price.
From journal Pre-Christmas Break on the Mayan Riviera