He caught the orange.
Yet another fellow handing out what we used to call Dutch courage. This was straight from the bottle. I think it was Black Label something or other.
So there we have the sights of the parade. I loved every minute of it. After the last of the horses went past I headed on home to catch the cab I had ordered earlier in the day to take me out to Plaza del Toros (the bull ring). I've heard taxis are almost impossible to find when something like this takes place far enough out of town that most people wouldn't walk. Since the parade started about an hour late I was a little late getting to my taxi but I knew I'd be OK because we were on Ecuadorian time.
Coming up--horses performing in the ring.