San Miguel de Allende, about 4 hours drive northwest of Mexico City, seems to have magically leveraged every one of its advantages to become a nearly perfect place to live and visit. Its 60,00 residents and many more tourists enjoy a nearly perfect climate, miles of cobblestone streets, historic buildings in warm colors, and music around every corner. Weekends are full of small happy parades, church bells and fire works. Thousands of writers, artists, intellectuals and musicians are on one side or the other of daily author events, concerts, films and art galleries. Cultural diversity is celebrated and the countryside is full of horses.
There is something here that has tuned out the rest of the troubled world. No wonder San Miguel been called the best city in the world by travel experts (and my sister Kathy, who lived here in the 1970s.)
The city was originally settled by Friar Juan de San Miguel in the 16th century, and prospered with the mining of silver. It was colonized by Spaniards until Mexico gained its independence in 1821. Today it remains authentically Mexican but it’s loaded with aging gringos. Some find that to be San Miguel’s only flaw but, realistically, it is part of what distinguishes this city. Left-leaning retirees help support the local economy and the arts, and they do a lot of volunteer work as well.
San Miguel esta en mi corazon tambien!