“Behind every beautiful thing,
There’s been some kind of pain.”
The more pain, the more images are filled with loving sentiments. The poorer the community, the more churches. And the lower the person is on the economic scales of the big city, the happier they are to be the center of attention for a few minutes. Nobody here is going to tell me that this mural is private property. Unless you are unlucky enough to point your camera at drug runners and lookouts, you will generally find the same sort of welcome you’d find if you wandered into a Mexican village.
It was close enough to lunchtime for me to buy two burritos from her (they are in the big pot that she pushes around in the shopping wagon) with some white rice and leaned against a rusted car enjoying the meal and exchanging smiles with her.