Los Matachines.

Due to a fortunate photo-walk with the Street Nuevo León people, I ended up on the Sanctuary of the Virgin of Guadalupe on the first day of December. This was where I first experienced a pilgrimage of "Matachines". The music of their drums, the colors of the outfits, the smells of the Sunday market (with their respective tepache) and the mixture  of chaos, faith and tradition in the environment, completely disconnected me from everything I had been thinking and I got trapped in an incredibly surreal landscape, like Mexico itself. What a fortune to have crashed in that celebration . 

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