On the way to Mitla, we could only get a bus to Tlacolula, so we decided that we would head out to the streets to see what we could see: altars (only in private homes and only as we were peeking into windows), tapetes de arena (one large tapete across from the church), comparsas (this is where the story begins).
Instead of a comparsa, we came across a group of forty to fifty young people in the middle of one of the main streets in Tlacolula. They were having more of a Halloween party than a Muertos celebration as far as we could tell. Dressed as ghostbusters, sexy toreadors and luchadors, gypsies, and so forth, they were line dancing in the street.
At one point, I thought that I was witnessing a flash mob. Line dancing?
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