So Day of the Dead is over, but I have survived to tell the tale. Thursday evening we had a quick stroll around the very packed Zocalo, before going on to Atenco outside the city to visit the cemetery where Paola’s paternal grandparents are buried. The whole family came, almost, to lay the traditional flowers and candles in rememberance. Atenco gained a degree of fame (infamy) last year when a protest against government plans to build an airport there turned extremely violent. But it seemed a quiet and peaceful place to me!
On Friday we went back to the Zocalo hoping it would a little less packed, but alas, no. The square had been filled with skeletons of Diego Rivera, Frieda Kahlo, Santo and Blue Demon the wrestlers and each delegation of the city had set up their own stall. If you go through my photos (in my album) you’ll see a gruesome looking display of thousands of skulls up on racks. I recently uploaded an Aztec documentary to my blog, in six parts, which told the story of this. I can’t remember which part of the documentary, so you’ll have to watch the whole thing! Zultepec Massacre 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.