It was quite a productive first day in Mexico City. I’m staying with my friend Naomi, and she and I went to Coyoacán for breakfast. Huevos rancheros. Fried eggs on a tortilla with super spicy green and red tomato sauces, with a splodge of refried beans with some sort of cheese crumbs on the top.
And it seems quite fitting that one of the first touristy things I did here was go to the Museo Frida Kahlo, on a street called London and near a street called Berlin.
No photos allowed inside Frida’s gaff, only in the garden/courtyard bit. And quite a nice place it is, too. Exactly the sort of place I’d want to be living if I was as ill as she was. Especially if, when she lived there, there was no cafe or toilets in the courtyard.
A short walk away is where yer man Leon Trotsky lived. This is the office where, as the Stranglers so memorable pointed out, “he got an ice pick, that made his ears burn.”
A lizard on Leon’s wall.
And some rubble which, I assume, was left over from Trotsky’s unfinished patio.
Here’s some more random stuff from my wanderings yesterday, including the obligatory arty pics of walls and typefaces.
Mmmm, I love this house.
And, who knows, maybe this photo is showing a future Rafael Marquez or Hugo Sanchez…