The book seller downgraded to magazine merchant still holds court with traditional communist fervour. He believes that everyone has a right. Has the right. Idealism that has sublimated to the need to eat.
Down the street in a small store front a master craftsman fabricates the best tacos in town. The cleaver cuts across the conversation and the steam warms hearts and mouths. The prices clear. The cilantro fresh. The cheese chopped. He has taken his second generation skills and turned them into food for his family.
The traditional dancers celebrate as both protest and memory. Waving their smoke censors, ministering unctions and driving the crowd with drum rhythms.
This face captures it all. Police vehicles everywhere and motor vehicles and pedestrians continue in their own lawless ways. There is no way to face the music here!