Today is the Mexico’s bicentennial and centennial. It’s 200 years since independence; 100 years since the revolution. There are many, many, many, many, many, many flags all around. I saw an elderly lady this morning in a green waistcoat over a white shirt with a long red skirt. And I saw these three lads. I was following them for several minutes before the guy in the white t-shirt moved to the middle. I like to think their clothing choices were a happy accident this morning. I’m most likely wrong, though.