Comitán, Mexico

I stopped in Comitán long enough for a breakfast and a stroll through town, on my way to La Mesilla and the Guatemalan border.

I did a double-take when I saw a flower shop. I hadn't seen one since last year, only flowers in nature, still alive and stuff. There were three or four florists in a row on this street, the chain broken only by a panadería. 

The topography reminds me a bit of San Francisco, or maybe I'm just homesick for hills.