First a few thoughts about Mexico City
- It’s the least English-speaking place I think we’ve ever been. Bit of a surprise.
- Really really hard to get your bearings. Speaking to a couple from Canada today who described it as a huge blob. Probably a bit unfair, but apt I think. It really is huge, and doesn’t have a centre in the way that most cities do. And no real major iconic landmarks which anyone would recognise.
But really today was all about visiting the house of Frida Kahlo. It gets so booked up that we had booked our tickets immediately after we had booked our flights, before Christmas.
I’m not a huge art lover, but it was a fabulous experience. And it’s been on Eileen’s bucket list, and she loved it.
Note her wheelchair
And the most poignant for me. She had polio when she was 6, and her mother put a mirror above her bed so she could do self portraits. She was only 47 when she died, and on the bed is her death mask.
With an afternoon to spare, and a very good day’s work already done, we made a fateful assumption. One of the suburbs, Xochimilco, is famed for its boat trips. We weren’t keen on that, but assumed (wrongly) that there would be beautiful places to walk and sit. There weren’t!
Couldn’t even find a bar to have a beer, so gave up and called it a day. And then trying to find a sensible place to call an Uber, we chanced on one.
With weird beer
That’s some sort of spicy, salty salsa paste …
And finally Eileen put her new Tacos ordering skills to the test in the evening and celebrated her success.
And we significantly reduced the average age of the clientele ……