Evening Of The Dead

Oaxaca City, Mexico

Ana and I relaxed in the warm night air. The Zocalo was packed with throngs of people, gringos and Mexicanos, all out to celebrate the Day of the Dead. Some people were selling balloons and trinkets, and two street performers juggled flaming torches, but mostly people just walked around and around. Some were dressed in costumes — and they were much better than those one normally sees around halloween back in Canada. They are all uniformly macabre; there’s no power rangers or pokemon crap here. Except for the very youngest (dressed in cute little pumpkin outfits), all were dressed as something sinister: witches, devils, vampires, and other assorted misshapen creatures.

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