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While strolling through the palm and cypress bordered walks of Mexico City's Alameda Park on Sunday afternoon, I spied this elderly man shuffling along and smiling happily to himself--quite obviously in his cups. Reaching a stone bench, he settle heavily upon it with a long, raspy sigh and folded his hands for a little siesta.
When his lower lip parted and rattled with his intense breathing, I quietly went to work sketching him. An amused crowd immediately gathered around, but I managed to finish the sketch without an embarrassing incident. Somehow the little affair brought me closer to the Mexicans--we seemed to have the same sense of humor.