I have returned from Mexico, and I have elebenty gazillion photos. I hope to do separate posts on Trotsky’s house, Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera, Mexican woo, pre-Columbian stuff, and food, but all that will take a while. (I haven’t even posted some nice snaps I took in Portugal). In the meantime, here’s a sampling from Tuesday.
This is Trotsky’s desk, exactly as it was, down to the papers he was working on, when he was murdered with an icepick in Mexico City on August 20, 1940.
Where Lev Davidovich did his business: Trotsky’s toilet:
I’ll have many more pictures of his house later.
Only a couple of blocks from Trotsky’s house is the house where Frida Kahlo was born and lived with Diego Rivera for many years (she had an affair with Trotsky as well). Here is her studio, bathed in light. Note her wheelchair next to her easel, and the decorated plaster corset on the wall to the left.
A ceramic clock painted (and possibly made) by Frida. The caption under it said this:
“On the shelves next to the exit are two clocks. One of them bears the date on which Frida decided to divorce Diego, after discovering his affair with her sister Cristina: ’1939, September, the hours were broken.’”
The market in Coyoacán:
The only cat in Mexico: Lola, a lovely animal in the Mercado Coyoacán. I’m afraid I petted her before I saw the sign reading, “No tocar el gato.”
Lunch: two “beefsteak” tacos with all the trimmings and a bottle of Fanta. Price: 30 pesos ($2.30 U.S.):
One of many Diego Rivera murals in the Secretary of Education building in Mexico City. They are quite revolutionary. In this one, “Distributing the arms,” the person handing out the rifles is quite clearly Frida Kahlo.
Finally, on my walk back, I went through an arcade behind the Cathedral. It was full of stores selling Catholic accountrements and herbal medicines. Here some lucky fellow buys himself a Jebus: