Still in San Miguel de Allende, another entrance:
On Palm Sunday, Jesus entering “Jerusalem” on his donkey, solemnly processing through the crowded streets of San Miguel. In this devout city, Easter Week is filled with celebrations solemn and joyous, stark and black or radiant with color, silent or ringing with bells and chants, and punctuating it all, fireworks by night and day, and the barking of dogs. There’s so much to take in — (and the photographer taking in this particular scene isn’t me at all — it’s my husband, who loves faces, and photographing them).
Faces in the crowd watching the entrance, also photographed by Frank: