I was walking through Central Park yesterday when I heard a loud, driving, constant drum beat. It was coming from a distant hill, upon which a small circle of people had gathered around a dancing group of Native Americans. The dance, I learned, was part of a “sendoff ceremony” for a modern Mayan prophet who’d stopped in New York as part of a speaking tour.
Why wasn’t I there to see this?! )x
Concheros en New York.