Because it was a warm and windy evening, I headed down to the Plaza de la Danza to see what was happening and to enjoy the colorful and slightly cloudy sky.
I found a gastronomic exhibition that featured the eight regions of Oaxaca. Standing and watching for a bit, I was delighted as the chefs, not the rest of the spectators, would clap at various intervals. I could not understand the garbled and Spanish announcements from the microphone that was competing against the gusts.
I watched people carefully pouring beverages and arranging their dishes with a palpable nervousness. And, like the rest of the viewers, I wanted to sample a few bites of these elaborately prepared delicacies. Alas, I had to eat with my eyes.
