Oh, just two typical residents of Tucson out for an evening stroll. Except that this night is the city’s annual All Souls Procession, and these characters are but two of many hundred revelers who don outfits based on the famous Mexican Day of the Dead skeletons. Tradition says that this is a happy and joyous celebration, remembering lost loved ones who are having a ball in the afterlife. But it made me teary to see parents walking the procession route, holding photos of their children who had died. (On a definitely happier note, I'd love to be in Tucson on this, the wedding day of my beloved friends Simon and David. Though I'd probably get teary there, too. Is it a coincidence that they chose to wed on this, the fifth anniversary of the SLS blog? Probably. Abrazos, amigos.)
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