ira koplowitz

i hardly saw mexico city. i only spent a couple days traversing its chaotic streets, scoping out its graffiti and mural art, eating in tiny stalls on street corners, and getting lost on the subway. but i did cram in some interesting stuff while i was there.

i saw the western hemisphere’s most important anthropology museum. it was fitting after six months of traveling around latin america. there were displays about ruins i saw too and the cultures that once inhabited those lost cities. i saw the tomb and remains of pacal, a ruler of the great mayan city of palenque. only a week prior i traversed the side of the pyramid under which he was buried.

i tried to see the infamous lucha libre in person, but i went on the wrong night and wasn’t able to get a glimpse of the famed mexican wrestling extravaganza. oh well… another time.

i spent an afternoon at a special frida kahlo exhibit at the cultural center. it was a massive exhibit with an impressive amount of her paintings, as well as postcards and letters and family photographs. it was fitting that the cultural center had murals painted by famous mexican artists, including diego rivera, adorning its large inside walls.