Last night TCP and I walked down to the cemetery – the Panteon de la Senora de Guadalupe – and strolled among the graves and columbaria. Scores of families were washing, painting, weeding, and decorating the graves of their loved ones. It was an amazing scene. I had my camera, but I couldn’t bring myself to take photos – it felt like scavenging. I do plan to walk through again on Saturday or Sunday, post-festivities, when taking photos may not feel so intrusive.
I love the celebration of death in life here. Life is more vivid (pun intended) when death is present and accounted for.
How lucky are we to be in this beautiful place today?
Dia de los Muertos – no photos
