(or San Servasio) From Hotel San Clemente- wild storm which caused some brief blackouts I haven't found much definitive info on it, but apparently construction began soon after the establishment of the town in 1545. Some of the stones were taken from the Mayan buildings that once stood in the area. During the colonial period, it also served as a sort of fortress during the numerous revolts of the native people, and so is plainly adorned. The inside is sparse and deeply devotional- much of the original objects were taken or destroyed when the town was sacked in 1848 during the Caste Wars. Today, it still serves as a focal point of the town, and is a shrine to the intense blend of Spanish Catholicism and Mayan religion widely practiced here. In the evening, the bells ring out a call to prayer, and at the entrance one might find a beggar or two, and Mayan women with their children selling fabrics and embroidery. Valladolid, Yucatán, México August 3, 2010 Valladolid is an incredible place- The ancient Maya had a town here called "Zací", which was destroyed by the Spanish under a nephew of the conquistador Montejo family. They had established a town further away, but plagued by mosquitos, they arrived here and established Valladolid on March 24, 1545. The Mayans of the region, of course, did not take kindly to this invasion and, in the face of horrific horrific exploitation, staged numerous revolts over the following centuries, culminating in the Caste Wars of the 1840's, in which the town was sacked and many of the residents slaughtered. In other parts of Mexico, the tensions and fallout stemming from the Spanish colonial system still run very high, but here there seems to be some peace at the moment. It's a small town, and you seem to run into the same people over and over again. Due its proximity to some major archeological sites, it has begun to see more tourism over the past ten years- predominantly European backpacker types- We twice bumped into some Germans who were traveling through the Yucatán and Central America. As far as we could tell, we were the only Americans in town. It's a compact, densely packed place and there are a number of modest hotels near the zócalo and a handful of exceptional restaurants. Under the extreme tropical sun (by mid-afternoon, you can't walk half a block without being drenched in sweat), the narrow, brightly colored streets are a flurry of activity -stores specializing in leather and clothing; -food vendors selling strange fruits, medicines, and streetfood; -bicycles, cars, traffic cops; -old Mayan women dressed in traditional huipiles sewing embroidery on the sidewalk or walking the streets in pairs. The language here is accented by Mayan, and occasionally you hear pure Yucatec Mayan being spoken, as it is still the first language of many.