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Old 05-02-2012, 11:35 AM
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Default Day of the Dead

Day of the Dead

"They opened the Altar of the Kings below the cathedral."
"Kings of Mexico, ¿eh?"
Varela laughed. "Bishops, but there is an emperor buried under Mexico City's cathedral. There were emperors here from Europe long ago."
The bus lodged in traffic before a saffron cathedral on the Avenue Cinco de Mayo. The driver pointed.

"Can you hear him?" Varela asked me.
I went to the front of the bus. "¿Mande?" I asked. What?
He pointed to a float covered with marigolds or zempazúchitls with a glass casket.
"San Francisco de Asís," he said.
I scowled. "He's from Crusade times, ¿no?"
"You think it's not real, jóven?"
"Do you?"
"You are a niño, what do you know? He is preserved by a miracle."

"Traffic's not moving so let's walk," said Varela from behind and we disembarked and weaved among the cars.

"For St. Francis of Assisi!" Varela shouted dodging a Volkswagen.

At the Cathedral of Puebla we followed a crowd that passed through a spoked mausoleum with tombs around a hub. "One of the bell towers is open," a tourist said and we enqueued at the narrow spiral stairs.

From the lip of the enormous bronze campaña, the crown of the carillon, you saw all the chapels of the city.

And down below, San Francisco wound his way through the Day of the Dead unfolding in candy colors and you heard the ring of all the cathedrals interweave with a poetic tintinnabulation of the bells.

Last edited by Tau; 05-07-2012 at 07:33 AM.. Reason: Aproved correction.