Day of the Dead. Día de Muertos


“A serenade, Señorita?”


“Have we been properly introduced?”


“Can I have this dance?”


Le rouge et le noir. Stendhal. (The red and the black. 1830).


Danzoneros. Literally Big dance dancers. Every Friday, couples gather on the main square and dance, donning their best clothes. Day of the Dead is no exception.


“Don’t mind me, I just work here.”


Mr. And Mrs. Satan, Esq. and family.


Mr. And Mrs. Skull, Esq.


“I came to Comalá, because they told me my father lived there, a man called Pedro Páramo.” Juan Rulfo.


The sound engineer.


“Is my dress too short?” Spice girls. “No.” Pulls it up an inch. (See the trailer)


Altar to the memory of Francisco Toledo (1940-2019) Mexican painter and sculptor. The orange flowers are called ‘cempazuchíl” in Mexico. Means “flower of the dead” in Nahuátl. It is one the strongest symbols of the Day of the Dead.


“Your make-up and costume are just gorgeous. Can I take a picture?”


“Have you seen my wife?”


“Freezing our b… off. Is the pay worth it?”


Mr. And Mrs. Buccaneer. Runners-up for best costume.






Backstage and backlight. (Take what you can before Security kicks you out) Love the tats, the glass and smile.



School reunion. (Spirit of Mexico Primary school)


“Call Security. There’s an armed revolutionary on the Plaza.”


“Client services. Can I help you?”

Thank you for joining us on the Day of the Dead. Let those smiles bring us happiness when we remember all those who have left too soon.

55 thoughts on “Day of the Dead. Día de Muertos

    • Thank you Gigi. Last year was better to my taste, they had a troop of dancers performing, with great costumes and make-up. So this year I focused more on the public. All were very nice in having their picture taken.
      Take care

  1. With incredible decorative art & costumes, with skulls and skeletons and with mourning exchanged for celebration, Day of the Dad is a fantastic way to reunite the living and dead. I would love to travel to Mexico, although Mexicans aren’t the only ones to celebrate Day of the Dad, to see everything in person. Thanks for sharing. Aiva

    • Pleasure Aiva. The day of Dead is indeed celebrated in many places. The Chinese have a whole month I believe. In France, curiously, it is on November 1st, All Saints Day. Maybe you will visit Mexico one day. Thanks for your visit and comment.

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  3. Quite bizarre to be so obsessed by the dead, but I understand. Interesting photo’s and costumes!
    Something interesting…those yellow flowers are very popular in SA gardens and are not associated with death.They are called Afrikaners!

    • A tad bizzare. Actually the celebration comes from pre-Colombian rituals that have been merged into Catholicism. The Aztec gods were… very hard.
      Afrikaners now? How funny. 🙂
      Tot ziens

  4. Memento mori – remember that you must die – seems to be the subtext of Mexican life 🙂
    “If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, as it were, the remembrance of death. There is no other practice which so intensifies life. Death, when it approaches, ought not to take one by surprise. It should be part of the full expectancy of life. Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid.” – wrote Muriel Spark, in her novel “Memento Mori”
    Death like a party, a play, a protest, a dark ritual, with people feeling fully alive around it. Wonderful pictures!

      • It’s a (pseudo) photographer’s preoccupation. Mexico can have such bright colours but when the sun is out, colours are not as strong on the photograph, which I find a shame. Sometimes I can enhance the light and contrast but it’s not the same.
        The people remain.
        Thanks for dropping by.

    • One day, one day. Years ago, we were in the interior of Mexico on the Day of the Dead, a little town called San Juan del Río. At night people started pouring down the street to the graveyard. Thousands and thousands. We followed suit. Families had prepared the tombs. Decorated with the orange flowers. Brought food and booze. They spent the night there. And near dawn, as a small draft indicated that the Dead had come and taken the food and drinks the family could not eat and drink. On the tombs. Eerie.

  5. Love the panache and creativity of the images. This living with, even welcoming back, the dead is something my own society has largely lost. It reminds me of the common epitaph ‘remember man as you pass by, as you are now so once was I…’

    • That sounds like a variation on Dante’s Divine Comedy. As in many things, maybe there should be more balance? European societies (at least France) have hidden Death away. Put the old-timers in nursing homes. Many years ago there was a major heat wave in France, 15,000 old people died that summer. Hundreds or thousands of bodies were never claimed.
      So the balance? Let us not hide Death so much but can we celebrate Life too? 😉

      • It’s a theory as I compare various cultures. Every summer I go back to France, breaks my heart a bit to see all those little old men and women, all gnarled and bent, who go to shop for their meals. No-one seems to care for them. Here, and anywhere in Latin America, or or the other child takes them in. They’re not left alone.
        (but then we have 40,000 homicides a year courtesy of the drug cartels… sigh)
        Take care.

  6. Fun pics, and educational!
    I posted a piece of street art a couple of years ago. I thought it was a girl with tattoos on her face. I now believe it is a Día de Muertos work of art.
    When I go back to my other blog, I’ll find it and drop it off here!

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