I have never been happier to own a decent cowboy hat. Because not wearing one would mark you a rube in Junin this time of year. I see almost every kind imaginable: from improbably white, distinguished straw toppers to rakishly angled wool fedoras. Hats are obviously the second most important accessory behind the facon knife, not-so-discreetly tucked under the belt at the small of your back, immediately accessible for emergency lasso cutting or slicing through a hunk of grilled beef. Luckily for us, the makers of fine hats and facons have set up a blocks-long market through the center of town.
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