Bechamel in Marseille

Sadly and strangely enough, I have never gone to a “Dia de los muertos” in Los Angeles, which would be the prime location (outside of Mexico) to attend such festivities.

So I was beyond elated when I discovered that Marseille would be having it own’s festival put on by the Association des Cultures Franco-Mexicaines . I was just dying to have Mexican food again..

But to me, this was the most glorious sight…

I had beef mole with real tortillas (I’m still too mad to talk about my failed Cuban pork dinner where the “corn” tortillas I bought from (raped by) Galleries Lafayette were so disgusting, I couldn’t eat them).

The bulk of the entertainment was from this gentleman

He performed a variety of skits and jokes

(Excuse the pedophiliac overtones, but I will NEVER tire of photographing French children. Hands down, CUTEST in the world)

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