Truth
suffers but never perishes
Mexican Proverb
Only
in a town honoring Don Quixote can you find windmills as Holiday Decorations
El Teatro Juarez and a partial moon.
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There
is a sense of adventure that comes from not having definite plans so here I
come, barely prepared, to live in Guanajuato for 4-5 months. Right away I am surrounded by history, art,
and welcomed by the amazing kindness and charm of the locals. Let this new journey begin.
No
room for pedestrians, hardly room for side mirrors…
See all the scratches on the right wall? Many local cars lack side mirrors… |
El Pipila on a ridge behind an old cupola of the
Templo de San Diego de Alcala
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El
Pipila is so famous he is represented everywhere
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I
live right below the famous statue of El Pipila, the real or imagined hero of
Guanajuato, making it easy to find my way home each time I go exploring the
city – you can catch a glimpse of it/him from just about anywhere in town. The man who, through his brave actions achieved
the first victory of the Mexican Independence struggle, becoming a folk hero
ever since. It is twenty meters tall and
made of pink sandstone.
There
are a few theories about the name Pipila which means ‘turkey’. One is that our hero had a gimp and walked
like one, the other is that his freckles looked like the dots on turkey
feathers, another similar one was that his face was marked with chicken pox,
the last one that he laughed like a turkey.
Mexicans love to give people nicknames and many have more than one,
often three to five. It can get a little
difficult to follow certain conversations when people change from one nickname
to another when referring to someone. His
true name: Juan Jose de Los Reyes
Martinez. He was Guanajuato’s favorite son.
Street art – this one by Roberta Wilde - http://www.artindeath.com |
It
was built in 1953, the same year the famous El Cervantino Festival began. Listed as the fourth largest cultural
festival in the world. It is a direct
tribute to Miguel de Cervantes, the writer of Don Quixote de la Mancha. Over 50 theaters participate, and the streets
are filled with art, dance, music, living statues, etc. The city has a Cervantes obsession even
though he never visited. One museum here
has the most representations of Don Quixote than anywhere else in the world, or
about 900 pieces. They love to claim it
is the most translated book in the world, but statistics show it is the 11th,
still a very well-known book worldwide.
When
French surrealist André Breton came to visit Mexico, he said:
‘There
is no need for our art movement in this country.
Surrealism
is a way of life here.’
Founder
is Eulalio Ferrer Rodriguez in 1987
Each
Thursday, you can enjoy a concert in the courtyard of the museum
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We
can’t talk about Guanajuato without noting that its university hosts 17,000-21,000
students or approximately 10-12% of GTO’s population! Another reason this city is always full of
art, activities, and constant energy. (I read newer statistics after writing this article that quote upwards of 34,000 students in the many campus in and around town! - Either way, a huge influence.)
Universidad is Spanish for university
Univerciudad is a made of word for univercity
Wordplay showing the significant student influence
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Wet
streets at night
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Still
a little wet
Small
café on a bridge between buildings
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After
the rain
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Hidalgo
Market clock tower – was first built as train station but never used that way
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Stacking warm tortillas for customer at Mercado Hidalgo |
No
true Mexican city is without an old local market. In Mexico City, it was designed by the famous Mr. Eiffel, but here, the persistent rumors of such creator are false. Mercado Hidalgo was named
after one of the four people who helped start the Mexican Independence fight
against Spain.
Alhondiga
de Granaditas
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The Hidalgo ‘Head’ corner |
With
only small protective windows in each storage room, it accommodated 300-600 loyalists and 24 women (to make the tortillas to feed them) taking refuge against
the insurgency. They were no match to
the 20,000 rebels who assaulted this heavy fortress. It was the site where the first great victory
over the Spanish took place in 1810. It
is considered the cradle of Mexico’s Independence from Spain. However, a bit later, the decapitated heads
of insurrectionists: Hidalgo, Allende, Almada and Jimenez were hung in cages at
the four corners of the building and left there for ten years! While symbols of the revolution, they were a
grim reminder of what happens when you fight the system! It is now the Regional Museum of
Guanajuato.
Representation
of l’Alhondiga de Granaditas when it was a cigarette and match factory
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Old
train station but also park and outside market
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Old
water fountain. Before running water,
each neighborhood had them.
Families
would fill up their jugs to bring home
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Typical alley – also with old water fountain
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Blue
cupola, blue sky
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Old
plaza with fountain and junipers
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From
same old plaza, a sculpture by the road
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Due
to being nestled in a narrow ravine straddled by the 6,700’ sierras of central
Mexico, the town is made of a web of labyrinthian Escher-like alleys, arched
bridges, hidden staircases upon concealed ones, upon plazas of assorted sizes
and shapes lined with well-trimmed ancient laurel trees. Almost like a mandala, not meant to get out
of. Staircases are, at times, more than
30% incline, not for the faint of heart, especially if you are not used to the
altitude of over a mile! It is a compact
walkable city. Houses are like colorful
toy building blocks barely holding to the hills. Your eyes get drunk from scanning the
colorful horizon. Part of the magic are
the tunnels taking away the noisy smelly vehicles. Guanajuato is home to more than 3,000
callejons (alleys) and 8km of tunnels. Guanajuato
is often compared to a richer version of Brazil’s favelas or to Toledo, Spain.
Simply
colorful
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And
shaggy at times…
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Artistic
reminder of a mining history
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It
was the richest mining town in the world in its heyday when people were said to
‘wallow in wealth’. That wealth is still visible in all the
amazing buildings found around this beautiful town. Legend has it the town was so rich the
churches were built with mortar made of silver powder and Spanish wine. Silver produced here was more than all of
Peru which at the time was the second largest producer of silver, between the
two countries, they supplied 80% of the world’s silver.
In its colonial architecture, Guanajuato hosts a bewildering profusion of styles a fantasist would die for: Churrigueresque, Doric, French Rococo, Italian Baroque, and Moorish.
Ruins everywhere –
some growing cacti on top
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The
best example is without a doubt the famous Teatro Juarez (first photo of this
post). It is a neoclassical eclectic tour
de force and easily the most architecturally stunning building in Guanajuato. Built
on the ruins of a convent of Discalced (barefoot) Franciscans, it exemplifies where
Ancient Rome meets the Orient and it feels like you are entering the world of
the Arabian Nights when you come in.
It was
inaugurated in 1903 by then president Porfirio Diaz. It opened with Aida by Giuseppe Verdi and we just
celebrated its 115 years with a fabulous rendition of the ballet Carmen. It is said that at times, Placido Domingo
gave impromptu performances here.
It
contains the following:
- 12 pillars = somewhat like the pantheons of Rome
- Art Nouveau and Moorish interior
- Stunning space of colored carved wood, precious metals and elaborate stainglass
- Wrought iron lampposts
- Two bronze lions flank each side
- Topped with eight bronze Greek mythology (muses) statues.
I was not sure which of the nine muses was missing. After a bit of research, I found that the muse of Love/Poetry (Erato) only appears as a miniature in the hand of another muse (Urania, muse of astronomy). A few stories are given as
to the reason for the 'missing muse'. One
is that the architect of the time didn’t think it would be symmetrical to have
nine muses on the theater, another is that one accidently fell off the roof but
there is also a rumor that she is in the basement of the theater (muses were cast in Ohio and the ninth muse arrived too late to be installed so she was stored away). Which to believe? Interestingly, the word museum originally
meant ‘seat or shrine of the Muses’. Muses remember things. Luminaries of the past would bypass Mexico
City and come straight to Teatro Juarez.
Urania (muse of astronomy) with celestial globe in hand
Erato (muse of love/poetry) on top of celestial glob
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There
is much more to say about Guanajuato but for now I’ll just share that for about
$45 I was entertained for six weeks. I had
the chance to see eleven movies, visit seven museums, hear five singing
performances, watch three dance shows, one ballet, attend two art shows, two
theater plays, one cooking class, one hockey game, some figure skating, a wine
tasting and witnessed a couple of pilgrimages or religious celebrations around
town. One is always kept busy here and
much of it is free or nearly free – very enjoyable. The hardest past is deciding what to do next.
Where else can you be entertained nearly
nightly for less about $7.50/week?
Small
restaurant’s entrance
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Beso
Negro (Black Kiss), pure dark chocolate drink, hot and very yummy - sinful
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Not
a true quinceanera - 15th birthday celebration for girls
Only
dressed like one to be paid to have picture taken with her
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Bored
boy. Mom is selling clothes, he waits
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So excited for you. You are an inspiration Marie-France. I was so pained to hear of your loss yet so inspired to see you continuing on the journeys that he would have wanted. Love your adventurous spirit!! Enjoy Guanajuato!
ReplyDeleteWow, love the descriptions and pictures. Would love to go down there, the price is certainly right! I just love your adventurous spirit and your continuing journeys - it's what he would have done/wanted, and you are so amazing to do it solo! Bravo!!
ReplyDeleteWe still carry a cotton shopping bag we bought from Santo Cafe (the cafe on the bridge). We lived up the callejon that leads to the bridge -- up, up, up, turn left - across from Dulce's apartment (we knew her name because her friends would gather below the window and call for her to join them!). There was an elderly man who would take the whole day to walk down to the bottom of the callejon -- and then back up again. We would great him every morning on our way to school - and many afternoons on our way back h ome. Thanks for those memories!
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