We were painting in an open area near an old church, when suddenly a funeral procession came by. The coffin, born by six burly men, apparently contained someone of some local stature. For the procession was large and accompanied by a band of some fourteen Mariachi musicians.
As the crowd started into the church, the musicians arranged themselves beside the entrance, and played to the gathering mourners. Each player was probably a local shopkeeper or worker in the small town. Probably each had taken time off to honor the dead person.