Translation: Our cathedral is the face of Oaxacans before visitors.
Do not use it as a restroom.
Do not convert it into a market.
Neither is it a field for sports.
The temple and the portico are sacred places.
Take care of them.
The clowns have moved their rollicking mockery to the pedestrain street, and the people selling balloons are now at the back of the cathedral. The french fry vendors moved from where the balloon and bubble people are now. But I still haven’t been able to find Constancia’s (Constancy’s) hamburger stand. (The irony is not lost on me.)