The scent of sage wafts across the plaza even before I note the man in the deer headdress and little more.
His cleansing is mostly silent except for the occasional conch blown and the a command here and there to help participants know what to do with their arms, but no warning for when he might: pick someone up, spray aerosol on their neck, massage an ointment into their hands or (more surprisingly) chest.
Part of me thinks he’s a creep with a good plan to feel up strangers — and get paid. Part of me marvels at the way people line up to be healed. He has clients long into the night.
You should try it. It’s quite the experience. Haha.