Yet another thing I love about the Centro Histórico district: it rewards the curious. Thresholds that, at first glance, look as though they belong to private residences are often (or, ok, sometimes) actually paths that lead to hidden boutiques, or in this case: a hidden, open-air boutique run by a quietly distinguished shopkeeper with overhanging foliage and a bougainvillea-flecked pond in the middle of it, because why not.
It’s difficult to temper your incorrigible nosiness when it leads to discoveries like this, but the good news is that in Mazatlán, it seems you don’t have to. Poke your head into doorways, walk down alleys you otherwise wouldn’t, and talk to strangers at every opportunity. That’s where you’ll find the secret gems.