Day of the Dead and it's a holiday, as we just found out when we went to the gym and it was closed.
It will probably be closed tomorrow, too, much to el sr J's chagrin and my pleasure. The track was open and he went running, which he NEVER does. And survived.
There is this in the Plaza de Armas:
I'm sure there's special vocabulary for these displays, but I don't know it.
The inside of the main "building." They were replacing the faded marigolds with fresh ones yesterday.
Native plantings on the outside:
The altar:
And just inside the front door of a supermarket:
Santa Catrina, in basketry:
Skull candy:
We're currently discussing whether to visit a cemetery but can't decide at what point the cult of the dead becomes fatal to our toleration of it.
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