“DON’T TOUCH HIM,” THEY WARNED YOU. YOU BOUGHT HIM ANYWAY… AND THAT NIGHT YOU LEARNED WHY MEN WOULD RATHER BURN THEIR SILVER THAN KEEP HIM CLOSE.
The heat in Veracruz doesn’t sit on your skin, it presses, like a lid on a boiling pot, daring you to breathe. In July of 1842, the market square looks…









