Living in a predominantly Catholic country, and in a colonial neigbhourhood, you are bound to stumble across many a representation of the Virgin Mary. Today’s post: Je vous salue Marie.
Tlalpan, the House of bells. I may have posted that one already.
Polanco, a different area of Mexico city. Very different architectural style. But the Madonna keeps watch.
“When I find myself in times of trouble…”
“Mother Mary comes to me…”
Study in peeling paint.
Street viacrucis, Tlalpan, Good Friday 2017.
The House of bells again. I understand they repainted it. Blue or mauve? Need to go back and have a look.
I‘ve always wondered what happens with the electric cables during the rainy season?
This one stands at the corner of a block-large estate, once owned by General Lopez de Santa Ana, a 19th century president of ill repute.
The Virgin of Guadalupe. At a Notary public. May those business deals be blessed.
At a small 17th century church nearby. One of the many representations of the Virgin Mary. María del Socorro; María de las Angustias (Mary of Anxieties. I once knew someone here called so. She did not like her name much); María de los Remedios; María del Consuelo (Solace?) Etc. I understand every representation has different codes of clothes and attitudes to identify the particular Mary. I must confess I cannot distinguish one from the other. There probably is a book somewhere of Spanish/Portuguese colonial religious art…
Thank you for flying with us. Have a blessed week.