I would pass this building every time I came and went to and from the hostel which was about a half a block away. The only thing that had ever seemed to change here were the bullfight posters layered one upon the other. The outside was pockmarked by the wear and tear of the weather. Looking inside the opening in the door, there was one room from what I could see, and the dank, musty smell of a basement. Only it wasn’t the basement, it was the room at street level. The room was empty, and very dusty, with some hardware lying around. It was as if the building only existed to display the posters on the wall outside.
As I stood on the corner opposite the building, to study it, to photograph it, a Yucateca woman pulled up and asked me in Spanish if I was lost. Yucatecans are very friendly that way, especially in Merida where even the locals get lost and need directions from time to time. When I said no, I was just looking at the building, she then asked me if I wanted to buy it. She knew the owner and would go get him right now if I was interested. I replied no, that I was just taking photographs. She laughed and took off in the car down the street.
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