A morning walk: Mexico


“Good night stories for rebel girls”. Tlalpan, Mexico city.


National Cancer Institute. (C)ourtesy Alex who’s a doctor there. πŸ™‚


Dali expo, Historic centre, Mexico city.


In the garden. (For the photo; those are normally kept inside)


“Selling typewriters.” 2018. Seriously.


Nights of Acapulco… A new series: “Beers of the world”. (And it’s 4.8% alcohol, not 48%, in case Judge K. asks…)


“Is my hair all right?”


In the garden again. This one stays outside.


Saint Alone. PulquerΓ­a. This cantina was closed for a long while. Probably for not paying the correct bri… I mean, not filling the appropriate paper work.


“The resurrected.” It has now re-opened.


Colonial church, Tlalpan. 16th-17th century probably.


Colours. (May have posted this one already… ‘need to upgrade my filing system…)


Tlalpan. A few blocks away.


Hydro-Art. Those are water wells, a joint venture with the Water authority, Comex, the #1 paint manufacturer and Converse. (Shoes? I fail to see the strategy, but thanks for the paintings all the same.)

Have a colourful week-end.

55 thoughts on “A morning walk: Mexico

  1. Arum lilies were the favourite flowers of my grandmother Georgette. She had an incredibly big clump of them in her garden. I did not try in my garden but it is probably far too cold for arums. Many thanks for this superb picture carrying good memories.
    I also like the show case of the typewriter shop where the windows look like a piano keyboard.
    Many thanks for the walk, Brieuc.

    • Pas de quoi mon ami.
      In Spanish they are called Alcatraz. (Why the penitentiary? I have no clue) But they are pretty flowers. And almost zero maintenance here. I had to go back to the typewriter pic. Yes, In B&W, there is a hint of a piano keyboard.
      Bonne semaine, Gilles.

  2. This walk through D.F. pleased me and made me smile in recognition. I especially remember the church in Tlalpan. One of my favorite wanderings in Mexico was through whatever church happened to be in my path. I especially remember a church in an Indian Village in the mountains above Oaxaca. No benches or chairs. A stone paved floor where I sat and watched an Indian woman, sitting on the floor, her children gathered around here, and lighting candles and herbs. Another Indian church I remember was in Santa Gertruda where I stopped to watch a dance on the village feast day and was invited to the church service. The dancers filed in, corn stalks and ankle bells whispering, and lay their bounty of food and cornstalks in front of the altar. Which leads me to asking, have you ever heard of Dios Hule? That’s what the one dancer, who whirled and taunted and wore a mask, called himself. I can also see in memory’s eye the uneven and tilted stone flooring in the downtown cathedral. I never much took to the new one in the north although I took the requisite ride below and in front of Juan Diego’s cloak.

    • Hi Janet. Funny (but understandable) that you should know that -out of the way- church. There are many beautiful churches around here. (Not to mention Chiapas…)
      I hope all is well with you?

  3. wonderful images – and the girl in purple near the statue is a cool capture – but all are awesome with different moods and colors.
    and i am not seeing the Converse connection either – but nice water theme

  4. Glad to see that there’s still a market for typewriters, some things should never go out of fashion. Maybe the artist was channeling Lady Godiva, who rode through the streets of Coventry wearing only her hair. I don’t recall her having a trumpet though. She was supposed to be a great beauty, while her husband was supposed to be a great brute.

    • I do miss the sound of the typewriter. My mother typed all the time…
      Not sure whether Salvador Dali did think of Lady Godiva. Or whether Dali actually did that statue. (There seems to be too much Dali “authentic” material in the world today). But the open-air expo said: “Dali”. (Ride on milady!)

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