The bule ran out of water, today is he last day of government of Andrés Manuel López ObradorTomorrow it will be, nostalgia and history.
He Culiacan of the 19th century It was romantic, it smelled of peace and tranquility, motor vehicles were scarce, horse-drawn carts invaded its cobbled streets and avenues, the air had the aroma of wet earth and the bustle of its old market began at 4 in the morning between laughter and good morning.
Baskets full of groceries came and went everywhere, there were no supermarkets like today, the center of old Culiacán It was the neuralgic navel where its inhabitants met and started their mornings with an eskimo and a piece of white bread spread with butter.
how beautiful it was Culiacan!…You could feel that taste of good people, that color of harmony and that smell that fed the soul.
Those narrow avenues had other names, as described by Francisco Verdugo Fálquez in his book published in 1949, “The old streets of Culiacán” and its old houses and buildings such as the Garmendia marketthe Minthe National Seminarhe Apollo Theater, he market buildingthe “El Coloso” yarn and fabric factory or the Ingenuity of “La Aurora”.
Its streets were called: Del Rio, La Sirena, Del Águila, La Tercena, Del Sol, El Refugio, Del Oro, De los Artesanos, Calle del Beso and Obregón, which had several names.
Where before there were other facilities, today modernity has destroyed and transformed them, such is the case of the corner of Ruperto L. Paliza y Buelna where those of the Sinaloan Institute of Culture (formerly DIFOCUR) are erected, The municipal jail existed there for many years. which was always full of drunks and streetwalkers.
For Ripley!.. Those streets were Independence and Freedom….What a hard blow!…
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