Mexico City Journal
Here are my pictures from the first few days.
Man, fine dining in the airplane.
You can't really tell, but there were not a lot of people on the plane. Almost everyone had an aisle to themselves. And I think I was the only gringo.
Fausto's dog, Felipe, who they call Chapo, because he looks like Chapo who was a drug lord.
A detail on one of the many old buildings in El Centro.
I love the differences in various countries walk signs.
We went to the bad part of town, called Tepito.
Santa Muerte. This is the infamous Saint Death that drug dealers, kidnappers, and those looking for luck or protection pray and make offerings to. She's also known as La Santísima Muerte (Most Holy Death) and Doña Sebastiana (Lady Sebastienne).
What you can't see is that she had a lit cigarette in her hand and on the table is a full glass of water? and a full mug of beer.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Santa_Muerte
This was weird. Fausto thinks it's a statue of Judas. It looked sort of like Jesus, but with a horn on his head. Also: on his arm were upside crosses.
Again, in the bad part of town.
Actually, not many people were the masks anymore. The fear has died down, according to Fausto. People who encounter a lot of people still wear them, though.
I put this up for everyone who is worried about me getting swine flu. I uh, wear it, uh... all the time. Uh... yeah. Everywhere I go. In spirit, at least.