Just got back from Tlacotalpan. This photo-ready village, where the Papaloapan River flows out of the jungle to meet the Gulf Coast, is a United Nations World Heritage Site. Yet, few tourists seem to know. The architecture and street music display Native, Spanish and Caribbean influences. The food is downright sexy.
On the riverfront, I slouched away all afternoon at a restaurant patio table. Wrote a chapter for my upcoming book Fresh Wind & Strange Fire. The Pescado a la Veracruzana (fish simmered with tomatoes, chilis, onions, olives, capers and herbs) was succulent. The empty Corona bottles lined up in front of me spoke for themselves. What should I order next? I got a Dulce de Leche. This handmade milk confection was a pure delight.