Mexico City II

A sigh of pleasure as I opened the wooden shutters this morning to let in ten feet of sunlight. Perhaps much has changed since the days when D.H. Lawrence stayed here, but the ceilings must have always been this tall, lending the place its old colonial glamor.

We spent the day stuffing ourselves to the eyeballs with art we couldn't understand, though we only made it to two museums--Museo Jose Luis Cuevas and Bellas Artes. The latter I'd visited with Carlos last time, but I didn't remember until I saw the Diego Rivera mural from across the hall. So far we've been haunting our old foosteps and either everything has been the same or I've forgotten, except the cats in the churchyard are gone.

It's colder and rainier this time. Tomorrow we go to Teotihuacan.