25.07.2005 - 11.08.2005
We had moved to the center of the city - El Zocalo - and it was packed with people. Into the little ten by ten room with two computers that the hostel provided, through a metal-framed, iron-barred horizontal window, flowed a constant stream of voices calling out their wares for sale. It was a rhythm of calls and whistles, interspersed with baby cries and conversations. Great music! I was reminded earlier of something I have always believed about this city: never expect to do more than one thing in a day. Given that, my list of possibilities for the day consisted of visiting the Palacio de Bellas Artes (and a few places on the way), the Palacio Nacional (the presidential seat which features Rivera murals on the walls) as well as the Templo Mayor (Mesoamerican ruins with a fabulous museum)... Only three. We felt up to the challenge. Lunchtime, and we found ourselves listening to a tenor singing Italian arias accompanied by a pianist as we ate a delicious meal and looked out over one busy street off of El Zocalo. These two music students were giving us a real treat. 17:30 found me resting my feet after having been awed by the Palace of Fine Arts and the surrounding areas (including the main post office, a piece of art unto itself with glittering gold and marble) as well as walking through masses of people walking and selling in the streets around El Zocalo.