This mural, painted on the outside of a colorfully painted Mexican restaurant, is a fantasy speaking of an idyllic culture and place. An Aztec altarpiece, a dancer in flowing pink dress, the inevitable guitar player wearing a sombrero, and even an Aztec temple, lure prospective diners to the pleasures of a Mexican dinner. The reality, however, is expressed in the bike rack just below it. I made this image early on a Sunday morning, and its hard-pressed workers arrive by bicycle, not by car. Each bike is shackled to steel bars embedded in concrete.