Late afternoon dinner of fish with mezcal and Margaritas topped off a full and satisfying day.
Not so peaceful was the very large political march that was going on in the street outside the hotel while I was luxuriating with the birds. Several thousand people filed by chanting and carrying flags. The most common flag was the red, hammer and sickle flag of the Communist Party. I saw a similar march downtown yesterday. No one I talked to seemed to know what the march was about.
Radical left wing politics appears to be alive, if not well, in southern Mexico. This is a picture of the tail end of the march.