As I said, there were barricades along the sidewalks, closing off the Paseo de la Reforma as the Procession of the Catrinas was getting organized. At one point, the police had opened the barricade so that people could cross the street. We took advantage of that, and rather than crossing the street we just ambled down Reforma, taking pictures as if we belonged there. Nobody said anything to us, and the participants were all happy to pose for photos. I kept telling Alejandro, "You know, we're really not supposed to be here." But we continued walking as if we had every right to be there.
Is that you, Uncle Fester?
There was a whole group of women wearing dresses made of balloons.
I assume that they were going to accompany this float made of balloons.
I am sure that these two couples were not the only gay guys taking advantage of this occasion to dress up in outrageous costumes.
We found an exit from the barricaded area.
We left satisfied that we had taken more and better photos than if we had stuck around for the actual procession that evening.
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