And today the final post on Morelia, the parade with spectators swirling around and vendors selling stuff it was more like a party than anything organized. We enjoyed it.
They posed and looked severe and haughty for the camera then burst out giggling:
I have no idea what they lost in the ice cream freezer:
The floats are individual constructions carried by one person usually a strong young man.
Churro vendor:
Time to go:
Bye bye cathedral of the transfiguration:
I took this picture by accident and his pose was just another reminder of the inequities in display in Mexico. I see the homeless in the US and fear the paths of the two countries are crossing:
The empty street was no longer empty!
Layne put her hand out and they let us in and slowly without hassle or frustration traffic moved steadily forward. It was actually stress free.
An hour later we were in the campground at Pátzcuaro a small tourist town south of Morelia.
It had been a fun morning peering at the unexpected parade. Luck of the journey.
