The sad tale of the last honest cops in the D.F.

On the way to the artisans market, we encountered the strangest protest:



It was a little hard to figure out what was going on, but from what we gathered, it was a protest by cops who had been fired for refusing to pay bribes to their superiors. The guy in the tent is on a hunger strike.



Their imagery was pretty intense.

This next photo is for my anarchist friends, and it's exactly what you think it is:



After that, we went to a cantina. There was a (very loud!) live band, followed by karaoke. I then managed to make it to a discoteque for a few hours before hitting the tired/too much whiskey wall.

I wish I could report that the film was done, but it is not done. Mañana, mañana...