We pick up our masks from Darido just in time for the big parade in Chitre. Which puts every parade I’ve ever seen, including St. Patty’s in NYC, to shame.
Little boys take gleeful pleasure in chasing and charging toward every camera, and the mothers of the little beauty queens dart in front of Gary to fix lipstick before he snaps pictures of their daughters. Guaro flows freely from flasks, plastic cups and carved gourds and the music is irresistibly danceable.
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