On the morn­ing of Dia de los Muer­tos, my moth­er (vis­it arranged to cor­re­spond with this fas­ci­nat­ing hol­i­day) and I went down the main ceme­tery in town. We had been told that it would be buzzing with activ­i­ty, but I don’t think we were pre­pared for how active it was. It seemed like near­ly every grave was being attend­ing to by fam­i­ly which includ­ed clean­ing and dec­o­rat­ing with marigolds, stream­ers, and a wide vari­ety of oth­er decorations.

The atmos­phere of this ceme­tery leaned much more towards jubi­lant than somber. The live music was a big part of this. Quite a few bands were wan­der­ing around the ceme­tery either look­ing for or just mov­ing between gigs. They var­ied in qual­i­ty and vol­ume, and although we tried to stay clos­er to the good mari­achi band, we always end­ed up near the loud­est 20-piece brass band. Although I was clear­ly out-of-place with my big cam­era, I did­n’t want to be rude, so I tried to take pic­tures very dis­creet­ly, espe­cial­ly of the bands play­ing graveside.

Around noon, we went just out­side the gates for lunch and pop­si­cles. When we went back in after­wards I thought that I would take a few more crowd shots and do some peo­ple-watch­ing, but it was just too crowd­ed. So, we head­ed on with our day, which turned out very well because then we went to see all the Catri­nas at the con­tests (and now 2 posts ago).