Unblinking Eye

July 27, 1994.  We drove from Xalapa to Cuetzalan del Progreso that morning.  On the twisting mountain road we looked down to see a bus at the bottom of the ravine, having crashed years before.  Cuetzalan is at the end of the paved road up in the mountains.  The last several miles were on a steep downhill grade and we burned our brakes by the time we got to the bottom.  It was market day.  This is the central Zocalo, with its tower on the left and the pole for the voladores on the right.

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