An Ordinary Day in Querétaro

In downtown Querétaro, tucked between noisy streets and crowded market stalls, stood a small restaurant called La Esquina del Laurel. It wasn’t elegant or famous. The tables were always full, dishes clanged endlessly in the kitchen, and the smell of coffee and hot tortillas lingered in the air from morning until late evening.

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