El Quelite again.

On Sunday our friends Roberto and his wife Gloria picked us up and took us to El Quelite. Sunday was right in the middle of Carnaval. We left the hotel at 8 a.m. got there about 8:45. The main street was lined with cars and huge tour busses! And Vendors. Thank goodness Dora knew we were coming and had saved us a table. Just a few of the vendors. 

We parked a ways up the block and walked back towards the restaurant. I liked this sign and the front of the building. 

Wouldn't you love to live here. So welcoming looking. 

All the homes are built with a common wall. This sign was on the house next door. Stating that the building was one of the first buildings in the town. It was a stop for the mule trains from the mines. It was also a stop for the stagecoaches that ran along the Camino Real. Passed through every three days. Also in 1881 the telegraph office was installed. And a famous bandit died here. Interesting history for this little town.  
The house with the plaque. 

The common walls, see the plaque on the far left. The place next door is nicely painted. Notice the underside of the roof. 

Neat paint job. 

And the final house on the block. It is also a little store. 

Part of the El Quelite sign and more of the vendors. The building on the corner is an OXXO Like a 7-11.

Going into the restaurant we went by the ladies making tortillas. All tortillas served in the restaurant are hand made right then. 

The whole front of the restaurant that was empty the other day was full of tables and people eating at them. Our table was in a little space surrounded by plants. Perfect. 

Our friend Roberto wearing Bill's hat. 

Bill our waitress, who didn't know what to make of Bill's teasing, and Roberto's wife Gloria. Sorry about the sunlight on Bill. No way to get rid of it. 

Some of the plants surrounding us. The black thing is an umbrella over our table. Protection from iguanas. 

Took this more to show the plate with the name of the restaurant on it, my breakfast,  just plain old scrambled eggs. 

Dora bringing us more coffee. I had the Mexican coffee Olla. It is kind of sweet. She was going to retire a couple of years ago, but says she can't stand just staying home. So she comes in on busy days and days she wants to be busy. 

The tile on the steps leading to the kitchen. Beautiful touches every where you look. 

The floor under our table and chairs. 

One wall in the ladies bathroom. I wanted to take more pictures but too many ladies waiting to get in. 

Looking at the main room full of tables and people. 

Roberto and Bill admiring the ladies making the tortillas. 

The just made tortillas on the griddle. 

Putting the ball of dough in the press to make the tortilla. 

One lady makes flour tortillas the other makes corn. After they are cooked they are put in baskets lined with napkins for the waitress to pick up. They are warm when served.

The front of the restaurant is an old hacienda. One of the walls. 

The owner of the restaurant is the man in the middle.

Back outside with all the venders and tourists. 

Still can't get a decent picture of this mural. 

Several horses to ride.

Lots and lots of auto, bus and foot traffic. 

And I'm going to stop here. We drove around the town for a while, have nice pictures of the homes. But they will keep. That evening we went to Torres to watch the sunset and have dinner. Another full day.