The day here is rather cold and blustery with gray skies and an occasional patch of blue. I am off to Teotitlan del Valle to watch the danza de las plumas once again. I think I have seen this group of danzantes four or five times now and it is always magical. This is the last time they will dance this year, but I believe they have two more years together as a group. Each cycle is three years in length and then a new group will take over the honors.
Before the danza in the four or five day celebration is the confite, or procession of unmarried women from the village. This time it was cool and rainy, but who cares, it was still magnificent.
Look at this gorgeous floral canasta that led the procession.
Now imagine carrying it on your head for a couple of miles on cobblestone streets.
This gentleman led the procession carrying a marmota. Actually, the kids lead the way with little marmotas of their own.
Obviously, it is a photographer's dream as each of the participants is dressed in resplendent traditional garb.
Lots of heart-stealers.
Of all ages.
You may remember this little guy from earlier posts. Still as cute as ever.
It gets dark by the end, but still managed to snap this portrait with the mountains in the background.