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The din of Ajijic’s fiestas patronales died down for a short span of three days before the quiet was once again ripped asunder by frequent explosions of the sky rockets that many inhabitants so deeply abhor.

All hell broke loose late last week as our community got word of the shocking murder of a dog. Details of bloody incident appear the news report found elsewhere on these pages.

Days before the official start of Ajijic’s raucous fiestas patronales, folks with an intense aversion to noise were already going bonkers.

After a lot of neglect, lakeside’s crumbling roadways are finally getting much needed attention.

After more than four decades residing hereabouts, I’m fully aware that life in Mexico is always full of surprises.

It’s that time of year when live action overtakes the normally quiet grounds of local graveyards.