A
visit to Mexico City ‒ CDMX for Ciudad de Mexico ‒ imprints
images in the mind and heart. The sounds
and colours of a city in perpetual motion. Yellow uniforms of
the street sweepers who start at dawn; bold designs of street art
everywhere; the smooth hissing of the Metro; a ceaseless flow of
passersby day and evening; sidewalk sales of shoes, hats, handbags,
vibrant merchandise; the clamour of market vendors; shimmering
feathers of indigenous costumes; painted buildings contrasting with
stately stone; the iconic Frida Kahlo appears everywhere, in every
medium.
Street
performance is a time-honoured Mexican tradition, buskers of every
stripe will pose with you, like an awesome mime in faux-bronze.
Old-fashioned organ grinders ply a waning trade, competing with live
music in the evening that induces impromptu street dancing. Children
up till all hours (well, it was Semana
Santa).
Many
colonial family mansions have been re-purposed into museums, art
galleries ... and restaurants.
The
unexpected always delights:
A Moorish pavilion in Santa Maria la Ribera park |
Panteon San Fernando |
Queen of the harp, Plaza Garibaldi |
Festival de la Cartoneria |
In
the side streets of the historical centre, the bustle slows down
somewhat by late evening. In our neighbourhood's pedestrian streets,
coffee houses and bars emit a warm, inviting glow; restaurants entice
with signboards; street art murals abound. A vertical garden faces
the entrance to Regina Coeli church. Across from a row of cafes, a
convent has been re-purposed for university programs; do the students
ever sleep?
Has
a major city ever been so clean? Has a subway system ever worked so
well? ... among the many things we could possibly learn from this
amazing city. More to come ...
©
2019 Brenda Dougall
Merriman
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