The flowering jacaranda trees against the sky and the art deco buildings.
Though I liked the fallen jacaranda blossoms almost as much as the ones in the air. Every evening the twig brooms were busy, sweeping them into huge purple tissue-paper mounds.
The sun and the warmth have trees sprouting out of the most unlikely places.
Can anyone tell me what this tree with red flowers is? What kind of fruit it grows?
For sure, there's fruit. This is Mexico. The vendor wasn't holding a knife. It was more of a domestic, home-use machete.
Even on a rooftop terrace over the city, there's greenery. That in the background is the excavation of an Aztec temple, the Templo Mayor, which was discovered in 1978 when some city workers--subway people from one source, electric company from another--came up against a wall they recognized was no ordinary wall. Work is ongoing. Skeleton-studded blocks, stone carvings, etc.
And if there isn't enough growing already, why not pot a few plants on top of an old van in the street?
We always had to watch where we were walking, because the same lovely proliferation of trees made for cracked and heaved sidewalks. Not every tree root likes to be buried under asphalt. Do you blame them?
Thank you to R who let me use his photos.