This was the prior day's art students' class.
Ni Una Menos was organized in multiple Central and South American countries, culminating in protests on Oct 19. What we initially thought was an annoying street blockage that caused our late cab to be trapped in traffic ended up being a powerful communal display of outrage and compassion. We had to get out of the cab at the closest point to the restaurant and then walk the rest of the way. Our host kept apologizing, but we were rapt and I wished I could have stayed longer in the streets (my phone is stupid so this is the only picture that made it). The sheer number of people, the energy of the crowd—fervent but not violent, and the solidarity of the masses was truly moving. It made me miss similar crowds in Korea, lament U.S. apathy, and reminded me that it's possible to organize people to pause and do the right thing, together.
I was glad to work outside after being in the conference hall all day.
She came with her mother; so sweet!
She came so prepared, with her own apron! And practiced each technique carefully.