Plenty of people around them were doing the same, though presumably in their case the cars in question were their own. Some had even brought coolers full of beer and food, as if the concert were a giant Fourth of July picnic. The night was mild--apparently, the weather here was like a perpetual springtime.

Vexin didn't know what it was like at a picnic, or what it was like to be in rapidly subject to change weather.

Mexico's buildings that looked so completely unlike anything in the United States. Especially the cathedral. It was actually two cathedrals: the massive main one with its tiered bell towers and angel-topped dome, and then another, smaller, one just beside it, with ornate stonework framing a broad wooden door.

The structure truly was amazing.

The ancient-looking stone, the cars, the vibrant crowd. There was a real buzz in the air--and not only here; it's been there ever since they got into the city.

Strange, something Vexin personally wasn't used to. He asked Electa if she'd felt a buzz here as well.

Electa shrugged. "Yeah, its like New York on a caffeine jag. Jake loved it when we were here on hunts--he used to drag me clubbing every night we could sneak out."

"Oh." He nodded, listening.

The momentary sadness crossed her face that always came whenever she mentioned her brother. "Anyway, the angels love it here, too--something about the energy really draws them." Her eyes went to the cathedral again and she shook her head. "They must have a complete stranglehold here now--and the Second Wave angels probably havent even arrived yet."

He gingerly squeezed her shoulders as a small 'I'm here for you.' as he saw the momentary sadness. "Probably."