OK, I can sit here all night and write about the beautiful Catrinas and Catrins. About the amazing make-up jobs and costumes. About how people came from all over the world just to parade from Calle Cordo to the Ancha to the Jardin in Centro.

Did I mention this is San Miguel de Allende, the most magical city in the world?

No, I didn’t. And I won’t go on because this is one time, my friends, when pictures speak way louder than words.