CDMX: 04
The penultimate series.
I admit that I’m way late in posting these. I’ve been back home for over two weeks at the time of posting this. Not to mention we spent one week in Puerto Vallarta after CDMX. Getting close to a month here. Geez. I think that after returning home I was somewhat afraid to look at the photos. I didn’t want to be reminded that I was no longer there. That’s the best way I can describe it. Unwilling to look and be reminded that the dream was real. On top of that, I became, once again, super busy with work and life stuff as soon as vacation ended. Now with a moment to breathe, I figured I should confront this beast.
This series, which I’m sure takes place over at least two days, covers our time in Coyoacán. It begins with a few shots while walking around the neighborhood of Moderna to find an art store. Which was surprisingly difficult to hunt down in CDMX. You’d think they’d be everywhere, but we found a total of two.
One morning we went to Mercado de Coyoacán which was an amazing experience. I love the mercados of Mexico City. They are some of the most stimulating places I’ve ever been. We strolled through downtown Coyoacán on a Sunday which was either the best choice or the worst because it was insanely busy, yet beautiful to see so many people enjoying the festivities. We sipped mezcal in a local bar with some wild art on the wall. We crashed a mass at the Parroquia San Juan Bautista. Crazy sites.
I could probably piece this all together chronologically if I tried, but…nah. I’m just going to say…
The next day was the eclipse. We knew we’d only see a partial eclipse, and I feel like we’ve already seen two of those in the last year. We weren’t as riled up as everyone else was. We were however super hungry. We headed to our favorite restaurant that we found in CDMX called Fonda El Rincón Oaxaqueño. Even now looking up the name and seeing the photos makes me wistful.
What an amazing little restaurant serving comforting Oaxacan cuisine made by an amazing group of women. Frida told us how she brought her mother’s recipes from Oaxaca. I’m assuming that means it’s very authentic, and if not I wouldn’t know the difference. It was amazing and super affordable. I wish I was back there right now stuffing my face with fresh tortillas and chicken in mole negro. That’s where I learned the word for thighs is muslos. She asked what part of the chicken and I responded by slapping my thigh which became a bit of a running joke over the four times we visited.
This series ends with a trip to Museo Nacional de las Intervenciones. That’s the National Museum of Interventions in case you were wondering. If only all of the Spanish was that easy. Please, scroll through these then head on over to No. 5 to see the last photos of our trip.
Alitas, pechugas, muslos, piernas.
