Guatemala: El Museo

In a flurry of bright color--huipiles, traditional indigenous traje, weaving--I expect life. But there's a certain deadness, static, at the museum. I want to be surprised. I want something to mystically, magically move...for the dusty loom to be used...for the empty clothing to become animated. But it will not. It remains posed at work, at play, in celebration. Color alone cannot bring it to life.

It is time to go to the highlands, where people live and breathe.