Working on little sleep, and a bit storied-out. But I spent a few hours early this afternoon pacing the city, poking into places, buying pretty things. Here are some pictures!
That sign refers to the 40th anniversary of the massacre at Tlatelolco on Oct. 2. On that day in 1968, federal police and military opened fire at a student protest when the Olympics were held in Mexico City that year. Several hundred people were killed that day in what was later documented in journalist Elena Poniatowska's book, Massacre in Mexico.
I'm not a huge fan of homemade candies, but this is one thing Morelia is famous for. The Candy Market also had some tourist-priced "typical" clothing, most of which I learned comes from other parts of Mexico. Mayra, te compré una canastita de dulcitos!
Mural of Morelia's hometown independence fighter, José María Morelos, "triumphant" after the creation of the 1814 Constitution. Painted by Augustín Cárdenas Castro. The city, which was renamed in his honor, celebrates Morelos each year on Sept. 30. That's on Tuesday, this biggest of festivals in Morelia. People tell me they're afraid to go because of the grenade attacks during the city's Independence Day celebration ... Who knows what will happen next. Police have yet to find the people responsible although there are rumors, there are always rumors.
Side street. They have names here! And they're clean! (Oh Managua, ya' got nuthin on this place ... )
The tía I didn't even know I had and her husband in a lovely house in the Colonia del Empleado, Morelia. Irma is on the phone, telling my dad he's a "pinche cabrón" for never telling me about her.
My sexy new reboso, made in Patzcuaro! Me and a prima I didn't know I had will go there tomorrow.
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