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San Miguel de Allende operates on a rhythm all its own. Morning light spills across pink stucco walls, the scent of fresh masa wafts from a corner pulquería, and the clink of café cups punctuates the air like a friendly invitation. I’ve lived in this town long enough to know that every meal here is a negotiation between memory and novelty, between a grandmother’s recipe whispered through generations and a modern, inventive kitchen that still respects the soil and the season