The Shrine of Death

There are shrines at the side of the roads everywhere, and on the hilltops, in the houses, wherever people are. This one was one of the most interesting we ran across, outside of Puerto Angel. Most of the shrines are dedicated to the Virgin Mother or some saint or are sort of memorials to some particular person. This one was so different. And when we were driving away there was a woman on foot who started to run when she saw the shrine, and made the most incredible mouth sounds, seemingly to ward off the evil eye or something. Not a whistle, not a shriek, a peculiar sharp vibration made with her lips.