I remember being mildly lost in Mexico City.  We wandered the streets vaguely near to where we were staying, and after a while stumbled into an open-air meat and poultry market.  The chickens and turkeys were all butter yellow in the manner of organic food back home and were thrown into large metal cages the size of a large bookshelf.  (Of note: see also I Remember #469)

-20 January 2016

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