Not everyone can afford tickets to the official amphitheater dances of Guelaguetza, so in the gift-giving spirit of the festival’s name, dancers take their daily performances to the streets. Marching bands provide the beat and proud parents pour homemade mescal straight from dried out vegetable gourds to the spectators.
Oh and if you’re sober enough to be standing by nightfall, there’s this. And then more dancing. It’s going to be hard to drive away from Oaxaca.
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