While playing horn with a symphony orchestra in Mexico during the early '80's, I found this wonderful man and his burro, as classic a Mexican character as could be. We were in the small, mountainous resort town of Valle de Bravo playing a Sunday concert. He was no doubt in his Sunday finest, as clean and white as could be and had likely come into town from his isolated home in the mountains.
Every week we would do run-outs to two or three villages to play very well received concerts. It was quite an event for the village and would normally be followed by a Cena, a dinner for us and the town luminaries. I was fortunate to be able to experience a great deal of the best of Mexico and its beautiful countryside.
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