Bienvenidos, welcome to the day of the Dead. Possibly the most important religious/traditional holiday in Mexico. The day people honour their dead and mock Death. Above: “Desayunos con sabor”, Breakfast with taste.
Sound engineers on the Plaza.
At the daycare… I kid you not…
Altars to the dead are raised everywhere. This one is in honour of Juan Rulfo, a major Mexican writer, author of Pedro Páramo.
Flowers for the dead. The orange “carnation” is called cempasúchil. Cempoáxochil in Nahuatl, the language of the Aztecs.
“Yo grito vida en este cementerio al que llamamos patría.” I scream (for) Life in this cemetery we call homeland.
The writer’s desk. A tribute to Juan Rulfo.
Incense is burned at every altar.
“Catrinas” (Catherines) represent Death. Not unlike the “Danse macabre” of the Middle Ages in Europe. Developed by José Guadalupe Posada in the 19th century and later named by Diego Rivera, they were a criticism of politics and social practices resulting in extreme poverty.
A Catarina at night.
To be continued…