On Calle Insurgentes, we encounter an enormous parade: troops of costumed characters dance to drums and trumpets, each troop loosely choreographed with its dance-mates, but no two troops choreographed to each-other. A barbaric horned beast holding a large battle axe nearly prances into a wizard in a bright green cloak. It is loosely moderated chaos.

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