The dominant visual impression I'm left with now that a couple of months have passed is that Mexico City is vibrant with colour. Dancing. Adobe and Art Deco. It's where old Volkswagens go when they're not ready to die yet.
At a street market.
Detail from a church.
A park on Tues afternoon. They were in a corner with a small ghetto blaster, dancing for themselves. Kids cycling by.
A fresco more than 2000 yrs old.
R in Teotihuacan.
Myself and papier mâché head at Frida Kahlo's Blue House.
One of dozens of pix of Volkswagens.
Sentimental note: my first and only car was a VW Beetle, pale blue, 1971.
Our room in Hotel Los Arcos in Taxco.
Courtyard in Hotel Los Arcos.
Jacaranda blossoms on the rooftop terrace. I love that they weren't swept away.
Taxco at dusk (to the sound of gunfire).
Back in Mexico City. More dancing--with a band this time. Fancy two-tone shoes, slinky dress and shirt.
Second visit to Blue House.
One of many museum exhibits of funerary offerings featuring skeletons.
Hotel Imperial Reforma where we stayed in Mexico City.
Random street scenes:
Such lovely photos - colour and festivity in every corner. Love the blue photo of you!ReplyDelete