I started sketching a colorful group of Huicholes, the indigenous people in the state of Nayarit. Some of them were working on their crafts while others were taking a break to eat some lunch. A couple of them came up to take a photo with me.
This is one of the most hilarious things about these little fishing villages. A truck selling fresh sea food or brooms, or anything else for that matter would drive around a town playing a prerecorded loud advertising message into a scratchy megaphone. The amount of noise this things produce is horrendous, yet no one seems to mind.
While I was sketching a really quirky looking restaurant (on the left) this little girl came up to me and while consuming huge amounts of colorful candy squatted near me to watch me draw. She explained to me that she just hangs out in the square while her mom works in the Beauty Salon nearby. Once again I was reminded how seemingly little supervision kids get in other countries in the world. Earlier that day I found myself surrounded by a large group of school boys who were waiting to enter the church for Friday afternoon after-school Mass (right below)