We walked up one side of the malecon and down the other, stopping in a few of the touristy shops. This had a few skeletons above the door to welcome us.
We had a late lunch at the Dock Cafe at Marina La Paz. Dick and I were berthed in this marina or anchored in the roadstead for about 5 weeks two years ago. I felt like I come back to visit an old friend.
After shopping at Chedraui for groceries, it was slow-going along the malecon as we made our way back to the condo. There was a lot of traffic, but this group of young people, from the PAN political party, dominated one of the intersections also. Loud music and dancing was part of their rally.