Scary Skeletons
The kid and I were listening to some interviews I had done with her in my place on Kerlerec Street when she was two years old. In one interview she embellishes the true story of the time she went to 'Preserbation Hall' and there were scary skeletons there. (I think it was a Day of the Dead party her mom was photographing.)

I was walking down Louisa Street the next day and happened to see this: