Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "The Mariachi in the Afternoon."

 Our Man in Europe, now BELIZE, Dave Delacroix: "The Mariachi in the Afternoon."

...THE MARIACHI (singing/guitar/travelling Minstrel) in the afternoon; 'hungover!", choice - drinks - a RIOJA or a glass of MILK, ashtrays full, mind numb from the concertina night before when his magic ruled the bistro floor.

The Mariachi in the afternoon, faded tuxedo, blurred mascara, dainty lipstick on his collar, bowtie askew, no Roadies, no Groupies - all gone home -to encore. A thunder within their own experience. A memory. Soon forgotten.

The Mariachi in the afternoon, a MATADOR in aspic, now over dressed, comic, a psyche-marooned with a past night HUZZAH! An echo of a maverick a-song. Just a Mariachi in the afternoon. Truely solo. A guitar by his side with 3 broken strings.

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.