Il fait gris et froid. Le soleil apparait de temps en temps et est bien chaud, mais il disparait très vite et n’a pas le temps de nous réchauffer.
Les hommes partent et je reste seule avec Elena, la muchacha (la bonne) de Krishna.
Je travaille à rattraper mon blog et classer les photos.
Elena me prépare à déjeuner mais ne mange pas avec moi car elle a pris son petit-déjeuner très tard et n’a pas faim. Nous discutons bien. Elle a dans les 35 ans et est seule pour élever sa fille de treize ans. Histoire classique : le mari est part aux Etats-Unis et n’est jamais revenu.
Elle encourage sa fille à bien travailler à l’école pour s’en sortir.
Après déjeuner, je sors à pied pour aller voir un musée qui est très près d’ici, à peu près vingt cinq minutes de marche. Même dans ce court laps de temps, et dans un espace assez limité, on peut voir de nombreuses facettes de Mexico : rues agréables et propres, rues moins agréables et moins propres, rues tranquilles et rues à la circulation complètement bloquée, maisons chiques et masures, voitures de luxe et voiturettes déglinguées de marchands ambulants, élégance et haillons … Mexico est tout ça et encore plus.
Je me perds un peu et trouve finalement le musée. Très belle ancienne hacienda (grande propriété des riches Espagnols, autrefois) transformée en musée. Il s’appelle Museo Dolores Olmedo Patiño, du nom de la donatrice. Cette Dolores était une riche collectionneuse d’art et amie personnelle de Diego Rivera et de Frida Kahlo. A sa mort, elle a légué sa propriété et ses collections « au peuple mexicain ». La culture, ici, est accessible à (presque) tous. Par exemple, l’entrée du musée coute 5 pesos (2 kr 50 ou 60 centimes d’€) pour les Mexicains mais 55 pesos ( 27 kr ou 3,5 € pour les étrangers). Et le mardi, c’est gratuit. Je crois que les Mexicains en général sont très fiers de leur histoire et de leurs artistes.
La propriété est très bien entretenue et le parc à lui seul vaut la visite. Des paons vont et viennent et, normalement, on peut voir aussi des chiens sans poil. Cette race de chiens est originaire d’ici et étaient vénérés des Indiens précolombiens. Leur nom est xoloitzcuintles. Mais aujourd’hui, je ne vois pas ces chiens, seulement leurs statues. Je pense qu’ils sont mis à l’abri, il fait froid et ils pourraient s’enrhumer.
Je retrouve donc Diego Rivera et Frida Kahlo, leur expertise d’artistes et leur vies compliquées.
Je rentre vers 17 h, sous la pluie.
Les hommes rentrent plus tard et nous dinons tous les trois d’un repas léger.
It's gray and cold today. The sun appears from time to time and is quite hot, but it disappears very quickly and does not have time to warm us.
The men leave and I'm alone with Elena, Krishna’s muchacha ( maid).
I work to catch up with my blog and organize photos.
Elena prepares a lunch for me but does not eat with me because she took her breakfast very late and is not hungry. We talk together. She is about 35 years old and is alone to raise her daughter who is thirteen. Classic story: the husband went to the U.S. and never returned.
She encourages her daughter to do well in school to have a better life.
After lunch, I walk to visit a museum that is near by, about twenty five minutes walk. Even in that short time, and in a fairly limited space, we can see many faces of Mexico: nice and clean streets, streets less pleasant and less clean, quiet streets and streets completely blocked by the traffic, luxurious houses and hovels, luxury cars and dilapidated carts of street vendors, elegance and rags ... Mexico is all this and more.
I get lost a bit and finally found the museum. It is in a beautiful old hacienda (large estates of wealthy Spaniards in the old days). It is called Museo Dolores Olmedo Patiño, the name of the donor. This Dolores was a rich art collector and personal friend of Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo. When she died, she bequeathed her property and its collections "the Mexican people." The culture here is open to (almost) all. For example, the museum entrance cost 5 pesos (2 kr 50 or 60 cents of €) for Mexicans but 55 pesos (27 kr or 3.5 € for foreigners). And Tuesday, it's free. I believe that Mexicans in general are very proud of their history and their artists.
The property is well maintained and the park itself is worth the visit. Peacocks come and go; normally, we can also see hairless dogs. This breed of dog originated her and were venerated by pre-Columbian Indians. Their name is xoloitzcuintles. But today, I do not see these dogs, only their statues. I think they are inside somewhere, it's cold and they might catch cold.
I thus meet again Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo, their expertise as artists and their complicated lives.
I go home at about 5:00 pm, in the rain.
The men return later and we dine, the three of us, of a light meal.
The men leave and I'm alone with Elena, Krishna’s muchacha ( maid).
I work to catch up with my blog and organize photos.
Elena prepares a lunch for me but does not eat with me because she took her breakfast very late and is not hungry. We talk together. She is about 35 years old and is alone to raise her daughter who is thirteen. Classic story: the husband went to the U.S. and never returned.
She encourages her daughter to do well in school to have a better life.
After lunch, I walk to visit a museum that is near by, about twenty five minutes walk. Even in that short time, and in a fairly limited space, we can see many faces of Mexico: nice and clean streets, streets less pleasant and less clean, quiet streets and streets completely blocked by the traffic, luxurious houses and hovels, luxury cars and dilapidated carts of street vendors, elegance and rags ... Mexico is all this and more.
I get lost a bit and finally found the museum. It is in a beautiful old hacienda (large estates of wealthy Spaniards in the old days). It is called Museo Dolores Olmedo Patiño, the name of the donor. This Dolores was a rich art collector and personal friend of Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo. When she died, she bequeathed her property and its collections "the Mexican people." The culture here is open to (almost) all. For example, the museum entrance cost 5 pesos (2 kr 50 or 60 cents of €) for Mexicans but 55 pesos (27 kr or 3.5 € for foreigners). And Tuesday, it's free. I believe that Mexicans in general are very proud of their history and their artists.
The property is well maintained and the park itself is worth the visit. Peacocks come and go; normally, we can also see hairless dogs. This breed of dog originated her and were venerated by pre-Columbian Indians. Their name is xoloitzcuintles. But today, I do not see these dogs, only their statues. I think they are inside somewhere, it's cold and they might catch cold.
I thus meet again Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo, their expertise as artists and their complicated lives.
I go home at about 5:00 pm, in the rain.
The men return later and we dine, the three of us, of a light meal.
Cactus
Un chien sans poil (statue) et un paon
A hairless dog (statue) and a peacock
Dolores lègue ses collections au Peuple Mexicain
Dolores bequests her collections to the Mexican Peope
Un arbre de vie
A life tree
Le parc
Un buste de Diego Rivera et une queue de paon
Diego Rivera's bust and a peacok tail
Le parc
Un carrefour près du musée
A cross road near th museum
Une rue sous la pluie
A street when it is raining
Une petite fleur sauvage
A little wild flower
Des maisons un peu chiques bien gardées
Quite rich houses, well protected by a fence
Photo prise juste en face de la précédente
Picture taken just in front of the previous one
Le trottoir
Sidewalk
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