And little threads of blood trailing downhill to the church. A Disneyland quality to its fanciful ornamented facade. You'd expect the sounds of an F. Scott Fitzgerald party but back of the windows sit uniformed gunmen. The bullet holes patched. Zapatistas have gone who knows where.
Tonight is quiet enough in town, just a few wooden booths waiting for market to open tomorrow.
Jorge had warned, watch out for coletos here. And the big owners with their squads of gunmen.