I was totally unprepared for all the people, fireworks, costumes, catrinas and mojigangas that I saw last evening. I had gone to a talk at the Bibliotecha and thought I would walk up to the jardin to see the finished altars. I did. I'll post those photos tomorrow.
The breeze was blowing. The sun was setting. The papel picado was making a whispering sound that still could be heard over all the chatter by humans. There is something about that stirring breeze and those floating colorful flags that mesmerize me. I could have taken one hundred photos!
On the ground, people were coming in droves. Some people waiting for the earth harp to play. Some for the catrina parade. Families were parading with all members dressed as catrinas - male and female.
It wasn't long before the catrinas were there along with the parade with the mojigangas. Those are big, big puppets around 10 ft high dressed to mimic and make fun of people.
A party was underway. What? What happened to the reverance and solemn feeling of the cemetaries in Patzcuaro. Where were the people who remember the spirits of the dead? Who were these people that were parading and promenading instead of being at home preparing for the cemetary today?
I've traveled all over Mexico for Dia de Muertos. Never have I seen anything like this..........And, it's not over yet. More events tomorrow and Sunday. Whew! What next?