Weekends at Coyoacan in the southern part of Mexico City are filled with incense, Aztec drumming and the summoning smell of churros rellenos (for those gringos out there that means a fried, sugar-covered breadstick filled with a scrumptious cream of your choice – chocolate, strawberry, the list goes on).
My friends and I affectionately dubbed the open-air market the “hippie mart” since tye-dyed clothing and tams with fake dreads could be bought at every third stand. Unfortunately dreadless tams couldn’t be found (as my dreaded friend Zach quickly found out).
Though Coyoacan isn’t a market targeted toward the tourist, it was easy to find souvenir items like maracas and woven handbags between jewelry stands and vendors offering henna tattoos. It was a perfect mix of a market only the locals know about with the ethnic touches like feathered Indians doing ancient dances for entertainment.
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