Man, you brought back some memories. There was one decent looking building in Progresso on the left as we entered town. It sold ceramics and baskets. There was little else bu else but sheds. There was a shed (for want of a better vocabulary) selling meat which they hung in the windowless window. Children wore knit hats, shredded coats and bare feet.
Must’ve been scary seeing armed police at the bridge in Matamoros.
You would be amazed at the number of large stores in later years, and really good restaurants. Tourist flocked there, especially ‘snow-birds’ from the north.
Yeah, the soldiers were scary, especially when so many of them were in cahoots with the drug kings.