“Round the centre of the covered market, where there is a basin of water, are the flowers: red, white, pink roses in heaps, many-colored little carnations, poppies, bits of larkspur, lemon and orange marigolds, buds of madonna lilies, pansies, a few forget-me-nots. They don’t bring the tropical flowers. Only the lilies come wild from the hills, and the mauve red orchids.”
– – – D. H. Lawrence Mornings in Mexico
I spent quite a bit of time researching Mexican History this morning. It is fascinating. I wanted to follow my last post with more pictures of the parade David captured at the beginning of the week.
The quote above talks of the beauty of a morning in Mexico, yet those very colors it mentions are even more prominent in the clothing the people wear to celebrate their history.
The festival dedicated to the patron saint of Ajijic (St. Andrew) began on November 20th which is also the anniversary of the Revolution of 1910. It started because the Mexican people were not happy with the dictator rule of President Porfino Diaz. It didn’t simply encompass the peasants. The revolution included people of all classes including the upper and middle classes. The poor struggled with inflation, inferior housing and low wages and, basically, no social services. Everyone fought – men, women and children.
Yet, as you look at the pictures below you will see – though there is still much poverty here and life is definitely not anything like living in the States – there are smiles and happiness on the faces of everyone, especially the children, that become contagious.
The week has been filled with bells, bangs, barks and beauty. Almost each morning we are awakened (oddly not ever at any specific time usually beginning at just before sunrise – this is probably why the roosters are so screwed up here!) you will hear fireworks, bells sounding and marching bands. And, of course, there is the doggie chorus ever present in daily life here. They are a part and parcel of the fabric that makes Mexico so interesting.
Yes, folks, you’ve got that right, anywhere from your typical marching band, to drum and bugle corps, mariachi bands, and high-tech loud speakers with current Mexican music resounding through the streets. Thus begins another day of celebration. The Mexican people, in my humble opinion, have perfected the art of celebrating. They excel at it.
(Note: my posts are taking a bit longer to arrive since we finally received our furniture on Monday and are unpacking and luxuriating in the comfort of a real honest to goodness bed).
Please, again, enjoy the beauty of this place captured by the camera that is ever-present in David’s hand and his ability to tell a story without words.
Peasants and Soldiers Alike
The March Continues
Drum and Bugle Corp (Great View of Cobblestones)
Crowd Control by Neighborhood Guardian
Father and Son - Faces of Happiness
Next President of Mexico
Splashes of Color and Beauty Everywhere
A Job Well Done