I can’t believe it, I woke up today at 2.30pm!!! I’m not sure I’ve ever slept in the late in my life and I probably could have slept more!
I got out of bed and into the shower wandering downstairs for my coffee, calling Alex and wondering what to do for the day. My conclusion: Coyoacán.
I took my Uber down to the Frieda Khalo neighbourhood, about 30 minutes south of me. I found a little garden square with a classic Mexican scene, a man playing guitar and singing but this time surrounded by older couples, dancing and swaying back and forth. A crowd formed around them, smiling. And then through the market which sold the classic Mexican tourist items: skulls, piñatas, traditional dresses and tacos.
Emerging from the market, I found a little “antique” “hand painted” mirror with gold trim and eagles which I bought for £13.
As uninteresting as the market was, i continued on my adventure. And as I wandered around, the Coyoacán neighbourhood captured me. It’s colonial architecture and quiet backstreets. The lovely squares with native dancers blowing conch shells. The perfect, beautiful Mexican scene. Bougainvillea clad walls hiding brightly coloured houses. And then a beautiful garden square with a bright yellow church and a solitary iron bell ringing, its ringing rope draped behind it kept time. A crumbling colonial building and as I peered around I found a tiny old lady sitting in the shop front, “buenas tardes” I nodded.
And then fatigue set in again, the sun was setting and it was time to go home, carry on with chores and maybe squeeze in a movie.
Another day in Mexico City.