Walking out of Union Station, we crossed the street with the nice crossing guard lady and stepped into Alameda Street. We were enveloped by the marvelous experience of being in Mexico, minus only the precious little urchins, while being comfortably in the US of A and minutes from home. Browsing the open air vendors, we rubbed elbows with those enjoying the flavors of Mexico. There were entertainers dancing to live music in the square. Comfort and rest areas were plenty.