Each day, I would see these boys and their dogs on the main pedestrian street leading from Santo Domingo de Guzman chuch to the Zocolo (town square).
A small mercado just a few blocks from Santa Domingo church in Oaxaca. I like the special touch of the green, red, and white plastic bags – the colors of Mexico.
I was originally drawn to this scene due to the women buying and butchering the chickens. The man delivering a new box full was my gift for waiting around for something to happen.
On my last day in Oaxaca, with Dia de Los Meurtos festivities completed, I took a long walk down to the old train station, now a mixed-use building, and on the way, stopped again at the Mercado. One particular meat stall was bustling with action. It must have been the best meat at the market. Tickets were needed to get your turn in line and sanitary precautions were taken to the utmost.
Here, Take 1 / Take 2.
For three nights, the people of Oaxaca congregate and sit with their relatives. Graves are decorated with flowers and candles and often with other biographical items. The city is filled with wild marigolds, or cempaxuchitl. It is their scent that is said to guide the dead back to their loved ones for the Dias de los Meurtos celebrations.