October 25, 2011, posted by Natasha | events, food and drinks
El día de los muertos, Mexican style
“For an inhabitant of New York, Paris or London, death is a word that is never spoken, because it burns the lips. The Mexican however is on good terms with her, sleeps with her, courts her; she is one of his favourite playthings and his most lasting love.”
Octavio Paz. The solitary labyrinth, 1961
