Mazan

Somehow we happened to arrive in this little town on the anniversary of some kind of war that happened a long time ago with Chile or one of those kind of places. The little boys and girls were all dressed up and marching through the tiny town. As usual the folks didn't speak a bit of English but were just as nice as they could be.

We made friends with a restaurantier that was promoting a political party and he gave us all neat little political hats to wear. Bill was afraid we'd be shot, but they looked so cute who could refuse!