La Salle Park

When you get to the city, you are struck by chaos and disorder, little by little you enter the historic center and everything changes, its architecture, cathedral and parks, beautiful. It's worth knowing your story.

My playground since childhood, the best. During the development of my life I have seen how the different rulers and their administrations in turn have modified their image by making many changes. I remember that the street that now crosses the middle of the park to get to the Plazoleta de la Merced, used to surround the doors of the San Francisco church and the school, my beloved La Salle school with its stone street. Now San José La Salle Educational Unit. My cousins ​​and their friends with the eternal character engraved in my memory and ears who made a whistle like an ocarina and called him Paucarima.

Demonstrates distasteful and pessimistic copy of other places. To the park of bolones we have to bring our own coffee

Very colonial central park