2018 is coming to a close as I write this. I thought I would conclude the year – and this series – with a post that circles back to where it all began. This blog was created not long after I moved to Mexico City in 2012, a two-year experiment with numerous highs and lows, though certainly more of the former than the latter. My first photo locale feature, three years later, featured the city’s Chapultepec Castle. Twelve months after that, a follow-up post highlighted the visual wonders of the city’s Centro Histórico.
But there is much to be seen in a city this size that doesn’t fit easily into any single category. Like this blog, there is a veritable potpourri of eye candy throughout CDMX, ranging from dilapidated buildings to elegant roofcombs to market foodstuffs to haphazard graffiti to the Chilangos themselves, 22 million living, breathing human beings who give Mexico City its heart and soul. Enjoy this random Mexico City potpourri, Loyal Reader…and thanks!
The Museo del Estanquillo, in the Centro Histórico, highlights the odd collection of Mexican writer Carlos Monsiváis, who passed away in 2010 and bequeathed his belongings to the city. While the collection itself is just okay, the rooftop terrace provided interesting views across pedestrianized Madero Street. The clock tower across the street is part Art Deco and part Renaissance Revival.
A different perspective of lively Madero Street, above. Notice the dual clock towers; the one on the right marks the roof of the aforementioned Museo del Estanquillo.
The literal and figurative Palmist, beckoning passersby from the Atrio de San Francisco, an open-air cultural space that is also found along Calle Madero.
An adjacent street during daylight hours; looks like G.I. Joe (José?) has got me in his sights!
Grass wall and bicycle on a few blocks south of Madero along Calle Regina, which is being groomed as the next pedestrian hotspot in the Centro Histórico. And no, this picture is not sideways.
Book seller and aficionado, near Madero.
Further north, near Lagunilla and taken in 2017, not 1960.
Comic books on display along the sidewalks of Lagunilla.
Tepito: entering the belly of the beast.
Fear is a monster.
Speaking of fear, be on your guard as you visit La Isla de las Muñecas (Doll Island), in the backwaters of Xochimilco.
…and subway car, somehow all to myself. This only happened once.
Mercado Cabecera, Iztapalapa, where the stacking of fruit is an art form.
Also in Iztapalapa: penitent disciple of Christ rests on Good Friday before marching to Parque El Molino – Mexico City’s version of Golgotha.
Monument to the Corpus Christi massacre. The June 10, 1971 massacre of student protesters, the second of two that were likely orchestrated by interior minister Luis Echeverría Álvarez, remains a black mark in modern Mexican history. Incidentally, the Corpus Christi massacre features in a key scene late in the 2018 film “Roma.”
Mural of Bellas Artes, in the metro station of the same name.
The UFO-like Espacio Escultórico, on UNAM’s campus in the south of the city.
Jacaranda trees canopy the streets of Colonia Roma, one of my favorite neighborhoods.
Siesta de basura.
This abandoned structure, in the little-visited Sección 3a of Chapultepec Park, resembles Werner Herzog’s Fitzcarraldo after it was tossed about by the rapids.
Chapultepec again, after the summer rains.
I will give you 500 pesos if you willingly climb those stairs.
Chinatown gate. Yes, Mexico City has a Chinatown!
Gomichela – cerveza estilo michelada (beer with lime juice, salt, and chile powder) adorned with gummy worms. ¡Salud!
An odd sight in the middle of a busy pedestrian corridor in the Centro Histórico, the Ottoman clock, above, dates back to 1910.
Self-portrait? Nervous system exhibit in Universum? You decide.
Future president? This niño, photographed near Metro Balderas, is probably more capable of doing the job than Mexico leader during that time period, Enrique Peña-Nieto, was.
Looking east from Santa Fe, Volcán Popocatépetl emits a cloud of smoke to let us know it’s waking up. Also of note: this picture was taken at 6:50 in the morning, which is way too early.
The Cabeza de Juárez, one of the city’s quirkier museums and a muralist’s tribute to the country’s first indigenous president.
You are being watched, so smile!
Mexico City’s street dogs, whiling away a lazy afternoon.
Get your chucks in Santa María la Ribera, one of the city’s barrios mágicos (magical neighborhoods).
I have no idea what’s going on here.
The building above, near Parque Lira, has seen better days, but traces of its colonial-style beauty still remain…
…while the inside of Mexico City’s central post office is as stunning today as it ever was.
Mexico City is a teeming mass of humanity (and traffic). While the city won’t always present a pretty picture, it will always present a captivating one.
All pictures were taken with a Nikon DSLR camera or Android cellular camera. All images are the property of GringoPotpourri unless credited otherwise, and should be used with permission only.