This magical little man was selling magical little avocados at Metro Tasquena in the middle of the night when we came home. He probably had come from some little puebla far away where he had grown these special avocados and then brought them into the city because he could get, like, 1 peso more for them there. He may have been standing there all day and night, resolved not to eave until his crate was gone. The avocados were tiny and extra fatty. We ate a whole bag of them straight up like fruit. Some the best avocados ever.
Seriously, how could you afford not to buy an avocado from this man?