Say "cheese", please
All day long, the locals paused and posed for the many photographers present; it almost felt like part of the fun. They were very proud of their special carnival and of the costumes they worked hard on. That said, the town must find itself a bit of tension: wanting the tourism and the pride of showing off such a unique tradition, but not wanting to compromise the tradition itself. For example, a band of 6 or 7 tourists had been painted up and joined in the parade, toting Dos Equis beers as they went. I have no doubt they were invited by locals - and honestly, welcomed into the parade warmly, it seemed - but I did find it a red flag that the tradition might be on the brink to some extent of losing something. I was unable to confirm there was any issue with the tourists joining, but as I watched the tipsy visitors happily dance and shout in skin paint and grass skirts, I wondered what it might mean. (An English-speaking local next to me quipped "I wonder if they got lost trying to find Burning Man?")