We were joined by a young woman from the caravan, white, with silver nose-rings. Who after attracting a lot of attention in our impromptu discussions eventually drifted away. We stopped several times to discuss the Zapatistas and the event. People often knew very little, sometimes knew a great deal. Rafael seems to know all the history of Mexico, all the movements, all the reasons.
People clump and disperse.
Sidewalk interaction is the heart of the day. Finally we stationed ourselves at the intersection. As the Zapatista truck swung into view the crowd pushed and moved, swinging around the 20 de Noviembre corner as the commanders stood balanced. A yellow rope guarded them, a group of linked arms guarded them, we guarded them - but wait a minute. Marcos, distinguishable by his pipe and hat, waved.