The Voice Box

DIEGO RIVERA A Dream of a Sunday Afternoon in Alameda Park by Diego Rivera Fresco, 1947-8 I started out late. This was my last day in Mexico City. Tomorrow I was heading back to London, and it was my only chance to see Diego Rivera's famous mural. By the time I had arrived, it was already late afternooon. But I chose the wrong day, and arrived to find there was a concert takiing place in the hall where the famous mural was located. Not only was I not able to take normal photos, but I was also prevented from using the flash on my camera. The lighting was subdued to match the mood of the concert, more bad news for me. Under the circumstances, I did the best I could, taking shots from the balcony. And here are a few of them. And yes, I did enjoy the concert somewhat.

Mexico City Just back from a one week visit to Mexico City, and I truly enjoyed myself. It was a very long flight from London to Los Angeles, and then about five hours fooling around in LA before taking a Mexicana flight to Mexico city. The surprise how smoothly every aspect of my time in played out. Before leaving, the research I did about the city gave dire warnings about the do's and don't. I suppose their intention was to err on the side of caution. But after a week there, I am happy to report I had absolutely no hassle. Did I take the subway? Of course I took the subway, and sometimes in the evening time. But I was there to enjoy the best of the city. And I truly did. Living day to day was more than reasonable; most full course meals were less than a hundred pesos. and accommodation prices was way down because of the economic situation. The museums are fabulous , and as an art lover I had more than my fill. I would single out the National museum of Anthropology as absolute...