We were in Huatulco, a resort on the Mexican Riviera created for tourists and other holiday-makers, a rather dreadful over-priced, over slick main drag with too many restaurants and hawkers and really, despite the perfection of the location, quite awful.
We hired a taxi and told him we weren’t interested in any of his tours and to please take us to the local cemetery. He was perturbed. I was enthralled. The dead were so very very busy.