This morning we will buy stinky marigolds on the nearby plaza, and we will leave them tomorrow about noon on the downtown grave of my child bride’s brother, gone since many years ago.
Today we will dodge the tourist hordes as best we can, and tonight we will walk to the nearby cemetary of our ancient neighborhood to see how the celebration fares.
It varies from year to year. Sometimes it even rains, really mucking things up.
Let us pray for no rain.