photo essay

Mexico City’s Palacio de Bellas Artes looks the way a palace of fine arts should look, beautifully and intricately carved out of marble. And then you look up at the practically neon yellow and orange colored roof. It seems like an unlikely and flamboyant topper to the stately marble. But it somehow works. It makes sense for Mexico City.

After beginning my Mexico trip with a jam-packed schedule, I decided that it was time to take it easy in Centro. I spent a leisurely day in and around the Palacio de Bellas Artes appreciating  its visual offerings:

A Pegasus and angel sculpture outside the Palacio.

An awesome bench that I came across last year in a different location.

A woman pauses to observe a figure in the sculpture garden.

Look at those hands!

Inside of the Palacio, some of the walls are covered with paintings by some of Mexico’s most celebrated muralists. This one is by Rufino Tamayo.

Diego Rivera’s “Man at the Crossroads”.

I loved this mural by Jorge Gonzalez Camarena. The colors and the details were incredible, I could’ve sat and looked at it for hours.

Part of a three part mural by David Alfara Siqueiros, “La Neuva Democracia”.

Another part of the Siqueiros mural.

There’s a fancy Sears across the street from the Palacio. I went up to the top of it to get a nice view of the Palacio, and saw that several others were doing exactly the same thing. I eventually went to the second to last highest floor where they conveniently have a cafe that overlooks the Palacio and Mexico City.

That wonderful, colorful rooftop.

The view of the Latin America Tower from Sears. Even though Sears is surprisingly fancy in Mexico City, my view was the poor man’s Mexico City vista. You can pay to go to the top of this tower and see a broader range of the city.

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When I first arrived in Mexico City, I stayed at Hostel Amigo Suites, the younger, but more mellow and grown up sister of the noted party hostel, Hostel Amigo. But Hostel Amigo should be known for more than its lively nighttime events, it has an educational side. Together with Hostel Amigo Suites, it runs fantastic tours by a guide named Alejandro. I took two of Alejandro’s tours and he singlehandedly restored my faith in the art of the day tour.

I’ve grown accustomed to crappy day tours with guides who are really just drivers. They’ll say, “We stop here. 20 minutes. Take pictures.” There’s no info given, they just let you out for enough time to stretch your legs and beef up your future Facebook photo album. And then there are the equally uninspired droner day tour guides with memorized scripts and zero interest in each destination.

Then came Alejandro whose knowledge of and passion for Mexico City were inspiring and contagious and enlightening. It’s a city I quickly became enamored with the first time I visited, but this tour (and a market tour that I’ll post pictures of later) solidified Mexico City as one of the most fascinating cities I’ve ever been to. Here are some photos and tidbits of history that I picked up on an illuminating day in and around Mexico City:

A relief depicting a monkey on the Templo Calendárico at the ruins of Tlatelolco. Tlatelolco was one of the most important Aztec cities and it was the location of huge market where thousands of Aztecs would come to buy and sell goods.

Some of the ruins of Tlatelolco and Iglesia de Santiago in the background. The Spanish built the church with stones taken from Tlatelolco after they destroyed it. Both the church in the ruins sit on a spot known as the Plaza de las Tres Culturas, or the Plaza of Three Cultures. It’s earned this name because this one spot has elements of pre-Columbian, colonial, and modern Mexico. The history of this location deserves its own post which will come soon.

Part of an image inside Basílica de Nuestra Señora Guadalupe that depicts the story of how the image of the Virgen de Guadalupe came to be. The Basilica is built below Tepeyac hill, the site where it is said that the image of the Virgen de Guadalupe first appeared to the Aztec peasant, Juan Diego. It was here that Alejandro told us the history of it all, some of which I highlighted in a previous post.

There was a mass in progress inside the new Basílica de Guadalupe when we visited. The Basilica can hold up to 10,000 worshipers at a time.

Colorful detail on the outside of the new Basílica de Guadelupe. The new Basilica was built between 1974 and 1976 because the old Basilica is sinking and couldn’t handle the amount of visitors it was receiving. I kind of love the flashy and mismatched 1970s aesthetic.

The original Basílica de Guadalupe. In this picture, you can see a bit of the tilt of the sinking building. Much of Mexico City is sinking because much of it used to be a lake. The Spanish drained the lake and established their new city on top of it.

It is said that the image of the Virgen de Guadalupe was created on December 12, 1531. Each year during that week and especially on that day, millions of pilgrims descend on the Basilica for the Festival of Guadalupe. The Basilica is the most visited Catholic shrine in the world.

At La Villa de Guadalupe, a Pope Mobile from Pope John Paul II’s 1999 visit to Mexico City is on permanent display. The Catholic establishment was slow to fully recognize the Basilica the because the kind of Catholicism practiced in Mexico isn’t always pure (Read: amongst indigenous populations, it’s often heavily infused with native beliefs. A lot of this duality goes hand in hand with the Virgen de Guadalupe, the syncretised image of the Virgin Mary that the Basilica was built to celebrate). Even so, Juan Diego became an official saint in 2002.

I noticed this on the fence as we exited La Villa de Guadalupe.

The Pyramid of the Moon at Teotihuacan. Something that visitors to Mexican archaeological sites should know is that many of them have been rebuilt. Without a guide, the way to know this is by looking at the stones. If there are small stones dotted in the cement between larger stones, it means that what you are looking at is a recreation. Personally, I’m not a fan of this method. For me, part of the appeal of ruins is to see what happens when something that man built is left to the elements, even if it’s mostly rubble. And when it comes to accuracy of rebuilding, I think it’s left up to the imagination of the builders. It makes you wonder, “Is this really what it looked like?” Nevertheless, I thought Teotihuacan was worth visiting for the history. And some of the restoration has made it possible to climb the big temples, which I also thought made the visit worth it.

A view of the city while walking up the steep steps of the Pyramid of the Moon. Teotihuacan predates the Aztecs. In fact, its current name was given to it by the Aztecs who believed it was a “City of Gods”. A lot of the early history of this place is unknown, but excavations have revealed a very apparent culture of human sacrifice. It is believed that the city was established sometime around 100 BCE.

A view of the Avenue of the Dead from the Pyramid of the Moon. As we walked along it after climbing the Pyramid of the Sun, we saw that it was indeed an avenue that extends for quite a distance.

A worn painting of a jaguar and a reminder that the buildings were not the color of the stones, they were most likely painted red and accented with murals. Mural painting in Mexico goes waaay back.

The formidable Pyramid of the Sun. The top is flat, but it used to be occupied by a temple. Although you can’t see mountains in this picture, from certain angles, the shape of the temple blends in with the mountainous scenery. The shape of the temples might have been chosen in part to mimic the natural scenery around the city.

The temples are huge, but from the top of the Pyramid of the Sun, the Pyramid of the Moon looked like a dwarf compared to the mountains behind it.

 

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India is the ultimate destination for the photo happy; it seems that in any direction you point your camera, there is something fascinating to capture. There’s so much detail, life, and scenes that are unique to the subcontinent. And of course, there’s all the color, that integral part of India.

As I looked through the hundreds of photos I took in India, at times the color seemed simultaneously imperative and superfluous. India is so interesting that it doesn’t need it, but at the same time, it’s what makes it India. I’ve felt an urge to experiment with taking the color out of some of my India photo essays, but up until this one, there was always at least one photo where taking the color away seemed to take away from the essence of the image as well as the essence of the moment as I experienced it.

I mostly saw Delhi by foot or auto rickshaw and the Jama Masjid (India’s largest mosque) was the one site I spent some time in. For the Jama Masjid, sepia seemed to capture the setting well — the somberness, the smogginess, the peacefulness, and the reverence:

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On our drive up to the Amber Fort, I had no expectations. We eventually left behind the city density for shady roads that were surrounded by more trees than people. We began to see the old city wall of Jaipur, jutting out of the sides and tops of dusty hills. I felt a tangible presence of history and that we were about to enter an India that was different than what I’d seen thus far. My curiosity piqued, I sat up a little straighter in my seat.

While the two palaces I mentioned in my previous post are beautiful buildings worth viewing and great photogenic attractors to Jaipur, the Amber Fort is a wonderful place to spend time getting lost. It’s a place to wander and daydream and absorb details and appreciate beauty and creativity. At the end of our time there, I rushed back to the Jeep only to find that the rest of my group mates were also late. We’d all had trouble peeling ourselves away from this fascinating building…

The view of Amber Fort and Palace from the road.

One of the many views of the seemingly endless wall that was built around old Jaipur city in 1727.

A Garden in Moatha Lake.

The ornate entrance to the Amber Palace.

A closeup of some of the detail on the entrance.

Inside the Amber Palace.

A mirrored mosaic hall in the palace.

Across a garden from the hall with mirrored was a more muted white hall with pops of color.

Purdah view.

A little boy checks out the view from the top of the palace.

The Hall of Public Audiences.

Column detail.

Flower detail.

View of the Amber Fort courtyard.

Overlooking the town and an old temple next to the Amber Fort.

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1. You can see the Taj Mahal from the roof of many nearby hotels. Many of them have conveniently placed (overpriced) restaurants on their rooftops. I got my first glimpse of the Taj Mahal while having lunch on my hotel’s roof.

2. At the main entrance, the Taj Mahal ticket office is not next to the Taj Mahal. As I was walking towards the Taj Mahal’s south gate, I ran into the Aussies I’d met at the train station in Varanasi. They asked me if I’d gotten a ticket. When I said no, they told me to turn around. The ticket office was not only behind me, but beyond my hotel. Make sure you have a ticket before you get to the entrance to avoid delays.

Two men taking the “I’m grabbing the tip of the Taj Mahal!” photo.

Me taking the obligatory “Yes, I was really there!” photo.

3. Be prepared for paparazzi. Most of the tourists at the Taj Mahal are Indian. If you look very non-Indian, people will ask to take a picture with you every ten minutes or so. Between me and the two blonde Australians I was hanging out with, we took pictures with dozens of Indian people. I often turned around to find someone taking a picture of me on their cell phone camera and one man even asked me if I could shake his son’s hand.

Colorfully dressed women and children waiting in line to go inside the Taj Mahal.

It’s hard to pick just one favorite photo of the many pictures I took at the Taj Mahal, but I think this is it.

4. Yes, you should go. Amongst frequent travelers, I hear the Taj Mahal catch a lot of flack for being overrated. Sure, there are more impressive monuments in India and beyond, but the Taj Mahal is truly beautiful and worth seeing. Much of its beauty is encompassed in its details — the smoothness and precision of the marble bricks, the floral design, the symmetry that’s fantastically skewed by a change in perspective and offers so many ways to view it…

5. You don’t have to go first thing in the morning. Most guidebooks and information you find online tell you that you should go to the Taj Mahal at sunrise for the ultimate experience. I wanted to visit it at sunrise, but with my train getting into Agra seven hours late, that was not possible. But I thought sunset was a fantastic time to be there and I imagine it’s equally as beautiful as sunrise — as long as you are prepared to deal with the congestion.

If you get there at sunrise, the heat and the crowds will grow as your day goes on. At sunset, the crowds eventually begin to disperse, the monument looks more beautiful than your first glimpse of it, the chaos of the experience fades, and it’s a wonderfully quiet way to end the day.

One last glimpse of the Taj Mahal as the light fades.

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