The flowers are from the streets and markets of Oaxaca City, face-paints were left over from Halloween in New York City and it took me longer that I care to admit to put this together in a small hotel bathroom.
Here are some photographs of the very touching, very intimate celebrations at Panteòn General cemetery. Locals are very proud of the decorations they create on their loved ones graves, Ben and I drank moonshine mezcal with a guy next to the grave of his father, mother and son. He joked and laughed, sang along with the mariachi bands playing amongst the tombstones. It was a surreal and beautiful way to celebrate life rather than mourning death.
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