Roger L. Simon

Christmas in LA...

… more than anything else… means Las Posadas to me down on Olvera Street. Sheryl and I usually try to get there for at least one of the twelve nights of the festivities. Madeleine obviously enjoys it too. It’s surprisingly untouristic because the Mexican and Mexican-American community shows up en masse, rather like a mini-version of Christmas in Oaxaca without the plane fare. (Well, I’d like to make it to that some time.)

This year we met up with our friends Grace and Marc (Armed Liberal) Danziger and Marc’s seven-year old son Isaac. We managed to snag a ringside table at one of the restaurants for a ‘low-carb’ dinner of margaritas, Mexican hot chocolate, enchiladas, guacamole, fajitas, flan, etc. (Did I say I’d never eat again?)… Of course the evening had already begun with the inevitable breaking of the pinata

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But then the actual procession started…
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With the Madonna in her place of honor…
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Followed by musicians…
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And many colorfully clad folk, including novios, of course…
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It’s still the next best thing to Oaxaca… but, alas, the eats were NG. There’s a lot better Mexican food even on Olvera Street at the ancient (for LA) La Luz del Dia, but you can’t see the procession from there.