Devotion in Motion: The Plascencia Family and a Romería of the Heart
The streets were still half-asleep when the first drumbeats rolled down Avenida Vallarta, echoing off the shuttered storefronts and apartment balconies. One by one, the dancers appeared out of the darkness — plumes of red, turquoise and gold swaying in rhythm, the sharp scent of copal mixing with the early-morning chill. Metal barrels mounted on wheels served as drums, their deep, insistent pulse carrying the heartbeat of a city on pilgrimage.