Walking streets in the historical district of Mazatlan, before people wake up, photo ops pop like bubbles from a glass of champagne.

Inanimate objects are posing and don’t require permission to photograph. With people there are always questions of privacy, vanity, and personal space.

This morning the sun is bright and it is easy to back out into quiet streets to catch the right picture without being challenged by red taxi cabs.

The old city of Mazatlan is slow to wake and people, who have strayed late into the night, are still under sheets smelling of liquor and perfume.

 

 

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