I would see the square filled with Señors and Señoras in every mini-zócalo that I visited. Family members, young and old would accompany them in basking among the sounds played by the community band, dancing a traditional dance called Danza, which pre-dates salsa and even son. It’s common among the elder generation. Their flamboyance and nostalgic presence taking them back to when this style dominated social settings makes this pastime worth spending the time enjoying and reminising along with them. It was a community day out, neighbours, passersby, everybody was welcomed. All you need is music and rhythm and you can fit right in. The collectivistic feeling that manifests itself internally everytime I pass one of these cannot be described, only experienced, and longed for.