While there we stayed at the very lovely Todos Santos Inn – a beautifully restored 19th century hacienda originally owned by one of the town’s sugar barons. Upon arriving, it was discovered that only one other couple was staying at the Inn. An inn where reservations are usually necessary.
The following day a tour of the downtown area was planned. With visits to the many galleries full of art by local and visiting artists. But there is a problem with the plan. None of the galleries are open. Door after door is closed, locked tight. Even the wonderful El Tecolote Bookstore is not open at 10am.
The feeling of being the last people on Earth deepens. There hasn’t been a single case of Swine Flu reported in the state. Where has everyone gone? What if we are the only people, aside from the staff at the Inn and the restaurant, left on the planet? Perhaps Todos Santos should be renamed Pueblo Fantasmo (Ghost Town).
And then we see them.
They have been petrified and put on display throughout the town as some kind of warning. No wonder there is no one in this town!