Parracho we found lying at the base of mountains at the very end of a long stretch of level.

It is an unattractive town, our only reason for visiting which was to see something of the manufacture of its famous _rebozos_, which differ from others in the wide border of white and azure blue silk, which is attached to a netted foundation to form decorative patterns, representing birds and animals, or geometric figures.

The work is curious, and I am inclined to see in it a surviving imitation of the ancient feather-work for which the ancient Tarascans were famous.

From Parracho our road led through Aranza to Cheran.

Just beyond Aranza we passed over the astonishing wash from some summer torrent.