Something died yesterday. Not too sure what it was? Hope? Freedom? Democracy? Common sense? Maybe a little bit of all. The sovereign people of America have put a sexist chauvinist crook at the head of the US of A. I’ve always thought that, given America’s impact on the entire world, foreigners should be allowed to vote for the President of the United States. My own vote would definitely not have gone to Mr. Trump Esq.
November 8 will remain as the day the American people may have started a chain of events leading to major crisis or wide-scale war. As if enduring little George Bush Jr for two terms had not been enough. Will November 8 become the new Day of the Dead, in lieu of November 2nd? I was mulling about that this morning at my new favourite café, in Tlalpan, in the southern part of Mexico city where we just moved a fortnight ago.
“Table for two, Sir?” November second, the Day of the Dead, is a very strong day of celebration in Mexico. The day the dead are honoured. Altars set up to their memories. Skeletons (Calacas or Catarinas) are dressed up and placed in the streets of Tlalpan. A neighbourhood that has remained virtually untouched since the 17th or 18th century.
An offering to the Dead. Hachi bleu Café, Tlalpan. I took all those photos last week, between October 31st and November 2nd.
People decorate their houses with Cempazuchitl, the flowers of the Dead. An orange carnation-like flower.
A typical house in Tlalpan. Colonial style.
Tlalpan City Hall. Waiting for Trump.
On Tlalpan’s main square.
The future Secretary of HEW. (Benito Juarez is on the left).
Altar and offering to the dead. An elderly couple concerned about their pension plan. And health plan, and, and…
To be continued… Maybe. The Internet sucks. Had to reload this post thrice. And the Captain and crew are in shock. 😦