The sounds of the street were the cries of people confessing their sins in small church services, and hymns. Many of the services we passed by were only 3 or 4 people.
Jesus fills the streets in the form of signs and wall paintings.
Traffic was much lighter, with only the occasional moto or tuk-tuk.
One thing that is kind of interesting is that I've realized I don't necessarily look American. I guess I've got a "German" vibe.
Many people understand no English, which has actually been really helpful for learning words and getting better at communicating in Español.
