The man I spoke of who was playing the flute was dressed like a native-American. That's the only way in which he was pretending to be an Indian. Cliff and I had lots of fun with this because we'd been at another part of the grounds where several people were selling arrowheads and Indian beadwork, and I remarked to Cliff, "If I'm going to buy something like that, I'll buy it from that real Indian we saw."
Cliff said, "Call that 'real Indian' Senor, and I'll bet he answers you."
So, when I bought the shirt in the above picture, I found out Cliff was right; the man and his helper spoke with a Spanish accent. I wasn't angry about it, it's just something Cliff and I had fun with later.