In a cart, under a large umbrella, she sells bags of fresh, sliced mangos and some toothpicks. If you’ve ever tried to cut up a mango, you’ll know that sliced mangos are the shit. Two dollars you say? Ok. What? Cayenne pepper? In the bag? No. Hot sauce? On the mangos? No thanks. This is might be how they’re traditionally eaten, but deep down, I have a feeling she’s trying to play tricks on los gringos. I’m too smart for that nonsense.