Just out of nowhere, we find outselves both in Aztec, and in the middle of the Alien something or another festival. Even if looks no more impressive than a flea market hidden in a gymnasium of sorts.

Any town with a sign like this must have a sense of humor, I would presume.	Quaint, brick buildings, relaxed pace -- nice street for a main thoroughfare.	More of the same.
But wait, a UFO Symposium? In this place, at this time?	Or just an excuse to sell alien head pencil toppers and tepid hot dogs? The latter, I suspect.