|A5 Hand.Book, pen, ink, water brush and watercolor.|
Across the street from where I was having a cup of coffee by myself at noon today, I saw a taco stand in Tequisquiapan square. Taco is the king of Mexican street food, it is king at night. Taco stands multiply like rabbits from sunset to past midnight. They are everywhere, on each street corner. They have proliferated so much that now one can find street food stands from practically anything: tacos, hamburger, burritos, tamales, you name it. After a hard work day or simply when you are hungry in the middle of the night, taco stands are a cheap and a popular choice. What it seemed odd to me was to see this taco vendor at noon, I thought they were setting but in fact they were picking up their stuff, they were leaving. The man on the left was cleaning a tray, he was always smiling, perhaps it was because he loves his job, or he had good sales or simply because his shift was over and he was happy to leave. The man in the middle was putting food in a bag, he seemed to be the second in command and was putting things inside the trunk of the car on the left. And the one on the right was just there, sitting, looking at the screen of his phone all the time, occasionally looking at the other two carelessly to interrupt them, or perhaps he was the boss. As strange as this taco stand looked to me, perhaps the stayed opened all night long and continue opened this morning to relieve the hangover of the nigh party goers. Whatever the case, it was an interesting subject and it is now on my sketchbook.