I head to the Zocalo nearly every night to see what there is to see, and there is always something to see. Last night, I was curious to see what the three structures with covers that were assembled the night before would be shielding from the elements. A market? A concert? These I have seen before on the Alcala. However, in addition to a couple of bands and some dancing, the structures protected the brilliant and multi-colored sand tapetes that must have been assembled overnight.
As quickly as they arrived, they were gone when I went to visit them again tonight. They are gone because Alcala is a pedestrian walkway that is becoming busier as the days draw closer to Dia de los Muertos, and, I think, in the spirit of the celebration: things come and go in this life, and we have to be as vigilant as we can in order to see as much beauty as possible.
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