Sketching anywhere in Oaxaca means you are not alone. People stop to take photos and ask questions, always politely interested. Here I am sitting in the Zocalo with very interested company.
The city is alive this weekend with celebrations of el Dia de los Muertos. Last night we joined the parades–brass bands, banners, fireworks, parents carrying children dressed as skeletons, catrinas and devils, others walkling alongside with white faces and dark eyes. There is a sense of reverence and awe combined with great celebration. We joined the crowds at the Panteon, a huge cemetary just outside the centre of town. Inside the walls there were endless candles and marigolds and sombre music and outside a carnival, including ferris wheel, games and wonderful street food. The adorable sponge-bob, below, had a skeleton face and tiny shining eyes peering from a slit in the striped box body.
Thankyou so much fo sharing your journal. It has been several years since myblast visit to Oaxaca and you have brought my memories alaive again.
I love the new small bags with the shoulder straps. How much are they and do they come in other colours beside red?