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Located in the little town of San Francisco,
this little beach has the poetry of a place you
would visit in a dream. The thick white sand
drops sharply to a roaring sea, while just steps
away is a mirrorlike lagoon with driftwood
poking through the water, white herons gliding
among the lilies and horses wading near the
shore. The beach ends at a massive cliff
topped by the home of former Mexican
president Louis Echeverria. An abandoned
palm-roofed hut, like some way station
between dimensions, opens onto the other
side of the cliff, where miles of wild beach
backed by primeval rocks rush out before you.
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