Thursday, March 19, 2009

Day: 2 Museo Frida Kahlo, Coyoacan, Plaza Hidalgo.

“Can I take your interview? It is for my final exam in English.”

The girl at the ticket counter asks us pleadingly. We had stumbled upon Mexican circus on our way back from the breathtaking Frida Kahlo Museum and had spent good twenty minutes inquiring about the circus. Two interviews and half an hour later, she offers us two free tickets worth 400 pesos. Bingo! We are going there tonight. She also insisted that we take her number and call her if we need any help. Will post some pictures soon, have to get that damn card reader to work.

“May be you expect to hear laments from me of how much one suffers from living with a man like Diego. But I don’t believe that the banks of a river suffer from letting it run”

The experience Frida Kahlo’s museum is a bit of nostalgia and lots of bewilderment. The flashes from the film kept coming back and it felt like walking on the sets. Her paintings and writings are a testament to how deeply in love she was with Diego Rivera despite their complex relationship. Most of her writings are only about him and for a second it makes one wonder if they really are at Frida’s house.
The student ID came in handy as we just had to pay 20 pesos. So carry one along, if you are still toiling away in the academic corridors.

The next stop was Plaza Hidalgo – a must see cathedral twenty minutes walk from the museum. Great timing since we got to attend the mass. I wanted to go to confession box as well but then thought it would be lost in translation. In retrospect, it wouldnt have been such a bad idea. Guess it's good to confess something that no one understands? Should definitely try that next time.

We had coffee break in between and while we sampled some brownie biscotti, this Mexican student insisted that we take down her number and email address and call her if we need any help. I find this hospitality a bit too forthcoming or may be it is this American paranoia. What do you think? Two people offered their numbers to us in the space of a day. I hope we are not attracting Mexican girls for some reason…

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1 Comments:

At 11:06 PM , Blogger mash said...

a confession which no one undrstands...wah...what a thought...cure the confessor of all the strain ...all the pain and yet remain a secret.....:)

 

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