Mexico Time Patrol 3

Previously on Mexico Time Patrol. The year is 1978. I’m taking a summer course in Maya Anthropology in Mérida, Yucatán…

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Human sacrifice knife. The blade is in obsidian, a volcanic mineral, that can be made as sharp as glass. Museum of Anthropology, 1978.

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Elégante in the streets of Mérida, wearing the traditional huipil or dress, with a shawl draped on the shoulders. For cooler nights. Under 85 degrees. (c) unknown.

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From my stamp collection days.

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The netherworld… Museum of Anthropology, 1978.

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Breaking up? Mérida 1978.

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Precolombian, c. 1100 AD, Museum of Anthropology, 1978.

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Postcolombian. 17th century? Mérida, Yucatán, 1978.

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Rehearsing the end of term school dance, Mérida 1978. Girls and boys alike, even in those days. Try to do it at home with a tray and bottles. Empty bottles preferably. The boy on the right is cheating: only one bottle.

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“Up! Up! With the arms.” Teacher is on the left, checking alignment.

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“Stomp! Stomp!”

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(To every season) Turn, turn, turn!

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Casa Montejo, Mérida, 1978. Mid 1500’s.

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Casa Montejo, façade detail…

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“María”, Mérida, 1978. María is one of my favourite characters. She imposed herself to me in the first novel I wrote, Iguana. A genius child, she appears in many subsequent stories. This little girl in Mérida is how I see her.

Captain and crew thank you again for hopping on Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle. Until next flight, be safe…

 

 

43 thoughts on “Mexico Time Patrol 3

      • And maybe for good reason, judging by that artifact: wings on the shoulders, double-layered cape/jacket/shield on the back, disproportioned hands as if they were gloves, head sticking out of something resembling a helmet… Very intriguing. 😉

        Dialogue in front of Restaurant ‘El Louvre’:
        – We’re on the other side of the town, I’m starving and you’re telling me you forgot your wallet?!
        – I know, I’m so…
        – That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. We’re through, I’m breaking up with you!
        – Oh, fu…

        🙂

      • Could be. Maybe he wanted to hook up with the elegante lady with the shawl. Or with the dance teacher. Maria would’ve been too young for him. 🙂

      • Just had an idea for you: build a sort of short story, comics-like, using pictures from different places and times that could somehow match the storyline regardless of the actual characters/places, maybe complete with the dialogue balloons. 🙂
        But I guess it would be kind of a hard work, harder than the pot-pourris. Your call. 😉
        Enjoy the Sunday! 🙂

      • An ineteresting suggestion. I am actually quite fond of comics. (Franco-Belgian school)
        I’ve done that several times already, using blogger friends’ photographs or drawings. You may remember Breakfast in Istambul or A night in Penang. But it is text with images. To do a comic, would mean do a synopsis, or a story-board… Hmmm. I’ll think about it. Thank you mon ami,

      • Yes, I do remember “Breakfast with Tiffany” 😀 and the Night, but as you noticed they are something different, very good nonetheless. 🙂 I know you’re fond of comics so it’s a proper challenge. Bonne chance, cher ami! 🙂

  1. Beautiful. Love these time travels.
    1978 …. a year before I left the shores of the UK for South Africa
    Your muse reminds of Dodgeson’s muse for Alice in Wonderland

    • Well… Not published. (I told you about the 25 lit agents in NY?) And it is in Spanish. Now if you are up to reading it in Spanish, I could send you an electronic copy. A pdf, maybe?

    • Is that right? The kids were great. The teacher was very good and strict. And she marked the rhythm well, stomping and stomping. I think they were preparing for a school fiesta of sorts.

  2. Loving these Mexico memories Brian, it’s pre- and post-Colombian history is fascinating – and I have very fond memories of Merida. I’m having a hard time working out what the tray on head dance is all about though!

    • Mérida, hmm? We really have crossed paths. I don’t know what the dance was about. I think the tray is for posture? But I forgot to ask the pretty dance teacher. Since we are leaving a few days… Have a lovely Christmas, and a Happy new year Paul.

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