I figure I can never have enough Catrinas and photographing them is one way to keep the luggage lighter. I'm not sure if this one goes with the bookstore, the entrance of which is to the left in the picture, or if she belongs to the language school on the right.
Kent is sitting, waiting while I shop. I won't keep him as long as his friend's wife did. Note Kent's new shoes.
The Oaxaca public library.
I don't think the communist party is strong here, but there is a presence.
