Day 8

My love,


Today was also pretty calm. Actually I am surprised how secure I feel in this megapolis. I walk around, stop by to watch a window, come back because I was in the wrong direction. All this as if I was home, with no worry. In fact, the village in Toronto seems to me much more dangerous than this city. I am also very calm because I am in peace with me. I wanted to come here for a while, but I had a certain number of apprehensions. I am glad that not only I have overcome those fears, but I managed in some way to feel comfortable here. When you start making fun about their way of driving instead of panicking at every corner, well I guess you have succeed in adapting yourself to this new environment.

in the courtyard of the museum, there is this huge square structure hold in the middle by a sort of totem

I went to the Museo Nacional de Antropologia. Probably the most famous museum of Mexico. Once again a stunning architecture with an impressing collection. Of course, archeology can seem boring but here you get the real deal. Thousands-year-old civilizations left a print on this city that you still can feel and see in daily life. Beautiful pieces, very well done reconstitutions, all this in the most beautiful frame possible. At the end of my visit, I just felt I should stay there, go back to beginning. Such a great ambiance in there.

and around this totem you find a water fountain 

This is today I started also to (try very hard) visit art galleries. I mean the commercial ones. I had almost everything wrong. In the first gallery I could get in, there was a charming French women, who knows Montreal quite well because she studied there. She gave me a few very welcomed hints. Opening hours are for the least different to Montreal, Toronto or New York galleries. On Fridays, Mexicans like to finish work around 3pm. They then go for lunch, which end up being a fiesta that goes all night long. No wonder so many of the galleries I wanted to see were closed. Tomorrow I should be more lucky, if I don't get up too late. Once again some galleries close at 2pm on Saturdays. She also gave me this very nice cue there was an opening tomorrow at the most important gallery in Mexico, Kurimanzutto. I will sure show up there tomorrow afternoon to see how Mexicans celebrate their artists. A bit fed up hitting my nose on closed doors, I went for a tea in this cute café where you can sip and swing. After I sinned, I couldn't resist, I went back to this store to buy another pair of shoes. Why? Because I love them and I also love myself.

a swinging café

Writing this and being distracted by another flamboyant sunset. Now the sun is almost down, let see what this city has to offer on a Friday night. Last Friday was my first day here, and I wasn't ready for so much action. But just check me tonight!

Thinking of you more than it shows in these letters.

With all my heart,

n.