Last night, Viola (my four year old daughter) and I were walking up Alcalá, one of the most beautiful and lively streets in Oaxaca City, and we passed this girl.
As we came to the girl playing the accordion, Viola was fascinated. She sat right down and watched her. She watched and listened attentively for nearly 20 minutes.
Of course, they were a sight. Two young girls-- not too many years apart-- with two very different lives. Viola dressed in a Triqui huipil. The girl playing the accordion in jeans and a sweatshirt. It was beautiful and complicated.