Have you ever been too that town from the movies? The one that’s just a little too quaint? The one where everyone’s too friendly? Where an eery three-piece orchestrata must be playing somewhere just beyond the crisp breeze that perfectly compliments the warm summer evening? No one locks their doors, everyone waves, and you can’t figure out what anyone’s oing for a living but none of it is too stressful and everyone seems to be making a good living?
Welcome to San Antonio de Arecos. Even the stray fucking dogs are somewhat groomed and well behaved and just paw around town with you throughout the day, just enjoying having someone to keep them company.
They wore fucking berets.
