A few years ago I visited old Mazatlan, staying at the old hotel on the waterfront. On the eve of the Day of the Dead parade, I fell in behind the donkey cart, near the crazy band playing the "song of the lost child" over and over, between trips to the beer keg on the back of the donkey cart. The parade would stop while the lady of death, in a black lace dress, with her face covered in black lace, visited each offrenda along the route to the theatre. She carried a huge scythe. When she exited each offrenda, the parade moved forward. At the end of the journey, in front of the theatre, up on the balconies, there were couples, dancing the dance of the relationship, over and over, making up, breaking up, fighting, It was fascinating. The local bakery handed out "bread of the dead" which was very much like the egg bread my mom made for easter every year. The doors to the theatre opened, and a pantomime ensued, with mourning for a local artist who smoked. His characters were mourning his passing.
I can't put in the date I visited, as I don't remember the year, so I've put November 2013, as this is a once a year event, and I'm sure each year the performances will be different. There were very few tourists as this was at night, maybe 8 pm. What struck me was the local women, no one had a purse. I learned you don't carry a purse or bag there if you want to fit in.
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