Riding local, riding abroad. Doesn't matter. "One less car" bike commuting and "Bikes Belong" advocacy, plus "I ride solo" bicycle travel. Racing is fun, but there are so many equally great reasons to ride.
Monday, October 30, 2023
Inside Saint Joseph and sacred heart of Mary basilica
Apparently one of the few colonial era churches. Lots of quake damage in this C18th church. Remarkable what's left
Dessert at an upscale place off the Zocalo
It's sweet corn pudding with rum flavored egg nog sauce, vanilla ice cream and fruit. Called Pay de elote. Could only manage half of it, but I had to try it.
Cornerstone of the museum of Mexico City
Aztec serpent repurposed. It's close to the Church of the Immaculate Conception and Jesus the Nazarene, another worn and dark cathedral but this one has the tomb of Hernando Cortes in a wall off the altar. One dark and mysterious ceiling mural remains at an entrance but nearly everything is white plaster, with a few cenotaphs of C19th notable citizens. I presume the revolutionary war caused a lot of destruction of old orders in New Spain.
Atrio de San Francisco current art show
1950s schlock poetry or song paired with imaginary buffed out pre-Columbians by contemporary artists.
An altar I found by accident
Instead a building owned by the Ministry of Finance which offers classes. Ice opportunity to chat with the bilingual guide.
La Santisima
The derelict mess of the church of the holy trinity, sinking into the soft surface of Mexico City. Once a hospital and convent, another casualty of time and priorities. Nearby is the Merced Market, a stinky slum of warren like shops, sewer gas and every day life.
Sunday mass at Templio di Porta Coeli
I checked into a church near the Palacio Nacional, where I found the congregation to be all concheros in costume, plenty of incense and Byzantine like mosaics of Mary, along with 2 black Christs, including the one that was hanging in the metropolitan cathedral until ? And now replaced with a black and white paper cutout. So Christ of the poison is back in the church it came from. Everyone including the priest was indigenous, and I stuck around for the short process of the priest and chalice, into the street then back inside, accompanied by concheros playing their guitars decorated with armadillo skins. I suspect I'm seeing here, in real time, the continued integration of Christianity with Aztec paganism.
Sunday, October 29, 2023
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