Halloween was a bit of a wash out this year - the city banned the usual celebration in the Castro. We turned up anyway, but the streets were empty apart from a small number of revelers asking a large number of policemen where they bought such good costumes.

(Luckily we had been invited to a spiffing party the Saturday before - there are a few pictures of it on the link below.)

But we’re lucky enough to live in a Hispanic area of town, and were introduced to a new celebration - the Day of the Dead. Apparently this is a holiday celebrated mainly in Mexico and the Mexican community living in the United States and Canada. San Francisco’s celebrations have been happening for the past 27 years - a procession starts at 24th and Bryant (just a few blocks from us) and makes its way to Garfield Park, where altars have been built and lanterns hung in the trees.

We had a good look, and then went to Mis Antojitos for the best guacamole on the planet. (They put quesa fresca on it. Yum.)

Photos here.