A Noisy Week

Mexico is a very noisy country... honking horns, the loudspeakers of street vendors, barking dogs, church bells at dawn, and firecrackers at all hours of the day for every saint's day, funeral or holiday.  Fortunately, my street is relatively quiet.  Sure, there are traffic noises and the junk dealers and vendors of tamales passing by.  But the neighborhood dogs are generally quiet, there are no church bell towers nearby, and, thank goodness, no firecrackers!

However, all last week there was a lot of noise.  At the nearby World Trade Center, the ruling party Morena and its allies were holding a convention.  According to what I read, the event was for aspiring candidates to register for gubernatorial races.  I don't know how much was actually going on inside the convention center, because all week it seemed as if all the action was going on in the streets.  Throngs of people were gathered outside the World Trade Center, at times blocking the street.  They were chanting, blowing horns, banging on drums.  There were brass bands playing.  They did not stay by the World Trade Center... they blocked nearby streets as they rallied for their favorite candidates.  There was a parade on my street (unfortunately I was not able to grab my camera quickly enough) with a band and girls dressed in colorful, traditional attire.

  

These are some of the young ladies dressed in local attire who paraded down my street.  It mades me chuckle to see them glued to their cell phones.

The event was still going strong on Saturday.  When Alejandro and I went out for breakfast, he captured some photos of a colorfully dressed group from the state of Tlaxcala.

For six days the noise was incessant, but at least they broke up by late afternoon each day.  This week the neighborhood is back to normal with just the usual level of background noise.