and the sky was tempered with yellow:

Colors of the United States are incomparable to those I found in Mexico- SOLID primary colors adorned with sunshine. Everywhere.

Who would have ever imagined a town bathed in yellow? Not only bathed by sun, in Izamal buildings were draped in bright paint all around. There was no yellow brick road, but I certaintly felt like I was travelling in an enchanted land. It began with a long train ride.

And then we were charioted away by a long train of gaunt horses, through the norrow gray streets of a golden labarynth. The yellow fortress you see above is a convent. Below are some of the other images we encountered along the way:

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