I first heard of San Miguel de Allende more than 20 years ago, but its legend goes back to the 1930’s as an artist colony and literary haven, like Hemingway’s and Fitzgerald’s Paris of the same era. Luckily San Miguel has remained a loosely-kept secret, partially protected by its relative remoteness. It took me over 16 hours to get here, broken up into 6 distinct segments. Each segment becoming less and less comfortable; more and more rustic.
But setting aside its gallery-filled, Bohemian roots, simply from a restful, touristic perspective, San Miguel continues to be one of Mexico’s greatest treasures. Its cobblestone streets, picturesque Cathedrals, colonial-ruins-turned-boutique-hotels, perfect 72-degree weather, and peaceful plazas filled with roving mariachis; make this the perfect first stop on my swing through the Mexican colonial highlands.
The food has been amazing, although so far we’ve mostly eaten tacos; beef, pork, shrimp. My eldest son Matt loved the Churros we bought near one of the plazas, and after a bit of searching I found a nice panedaria with a huge variety of beautiful bread, about a 10 minute walk from the plaza principal. I still have not found Mexican Street Corn, though I saw a Mexican couple eating some. It can’t be too far.