Day 6

My darling,

Some days are just perfect. As today. I could certainly die right now, without any regrets, as I cannot imagine more beautiful moments. It started very badly, though. I had plan to take a touristic bus to go to the Frida Kahlo Museum and a museum of contemporary art at the University of Mexico which is very far from centre. Arriving at the starting point of this bus, I paid a ticket to realize it was not at all the line I wanted to take and it didn't go where I wanted to. I understood then there were two different companies doing bus tours. I asked to be reimbursed. The lady accepted but then start miscounting. She was giving me back my 220 pesos but wanted to have back the amount I should have paid for the tour... Anyways, a long fight ensued, of course not a word of English could came out of her mouth (it seems here that to work for tourists doesn't ask for bilingualism). She was running everywhere with all my money on her hands. I finally got understood by the guy selling tickets for the bus tour I wanted. But when he explained his tour, it certainly looked like a trap for tourists. I decided I would use the subway. So did I. The campus of this university is incredibly huge, acres and acres of empty ground I had to walk through from the subway station. More then two hours after I left the hotel, exhausted, I finally entered the fabulous Museo Universitario de Arte Contemporeano. 

Museo Universitario de Arte Contemporeano

I saw there the best exhibitions I've seen up to date in Mexico. I will write about this for sure eventually, because between you and I, those letters are a good foreplay to my new webzine about art I'll launch soon. I resisted not to sit in the beautiful café of the museum, I wanted to have lunch in Coyoacan, a nice neighborhood I visited on Sunday (Day 3). Which I did not regret. 

There was the moment of perfection. A fantastic mole (meal prepared in a cacao sauce) in the interior patio of a beautiful restaurant. Good music. I was so moved suddenly. I realized how life can be beautiful and perfect sometimes. An unforgettable memory. 

A beautiful restaurant in Coyoacan

After lunch, I went to the world famous Casa Azul, the Museum Frida Kahlo, the actual house where she lived most of her life. Not only it is a beautiful house, with a to-die-for blue all over, but you get to see her real furniture, objects, garments, jewels, art works she possessed (given to her by famous artists). She was a real bohemian artist, very provocative in her society. Many photos of her and some of her illustrious guests, as Trotsky and of course her love/hate husband Diego Rivera. All of her life is there. Another moment of pure beauty. The only thing I could complaint about is there are very few of her art works in this house... To see her paintings, you have to tour the world as I understand. 

Casa Azul, Museo Frida Kahlo

As I was on the subway on my way home, there was a violent storm that flooded  streets with water and... hail. It was not snow banks but enough to cover part of the sidewalks with 2-3 inches thick of it, enough so people were throwing it at each other, emulating Canadians I suppose. 

You remember this over-expensive bottle of wine I bought. I had not opened it the other day. I didn't want to drink it over bitterness. So I can now enjoy it calmly, as I write to you my love. 

I will write to you again tomorrow, I promise. And hopefully, tomorrow will be as fantastic as today.

xxx

n.  

p.s.: talking to a friend in Montréal last night made me realize how much I succeeded in disconnecting totally from my usual life. I read about politics, weather, etc and I don't feel concerned at all. As in : not at all. This is vacation!