National Museum of Anthropology and History
Woke and ate a leisurely breakfast because we had planned to
visit the Palacio de Belles Artes before the museum. But we had to change our plans as the part we wanted to see was only open on Sundays
and Wednesdays. So we
changed our route to take us directly to the National Museum of Anthropology
and History.
Arrived at the Museum shortly after 10:30, and began a long day of looking and being constantly in awe of the
Mexican ancestor’s incredible talents and skills. This museum is one of the
best ever in both displays and presentation and I’ve seen a few in my time!
On this visit I was able to see 20 of the 22 sections in a six hour marathon with time off for
morning tea and lunch. I took several hundred photos of amazing pottery,
ceramics, carvings, jewellery, textiles, paintings and detailed large scale
dioramas. My most favourite, and there were many, were the paintings found on
the walls of temples, the reconstructed temple carvings, the quirky little
statues- so life like, the beadwork and the textiles.
It really is an experience not to be missed for the history/ art buff. The
restaurant’s food was also brilliant. Cheesecake for morning tea and a
delicious chicken salad for lunch.
Eventually I had seen it all and it was time to cruise the
gift shop before making our way over the road to catch a taxi, where we embarked on the next “adventure”
of our lives.
We
approached one of the pink and white city taxis. I didn’t like the look of the car
or the man, who spoke very little English. Heather asked about the journey and
was told $240 (absolute garbage should have been $140) She bartered and we got
in. No working seat belts and dirty inside. Traffic was at a crawl- more road closures.
Lots of honking and jostling along the way, until the traffic thinned bit,
where he went a bit faster, but there were many moments of shutting eyes as he
narrowly missed being hit. When he got closer to our hotel, the road was
suddenly closed by police. Consequently causing the three lanes we were on and
the three lanes next to us and the two lanes coming into the intersection to
have to dovetail into three only! More shut eyes. He hurtled along when able
to, went through a red light twice, up a one way street (the wrong way) and
finally dumped us three blocks from our hotel, pointing the way. Then he wanted the $240. Heather gave him
$200, which he was not happy about. We walked the rest of the way to the
hotel passing police cars and police vans. More blocked sections.
Finally home to sit and have a well- earned drink and watch
the crazy world pass us by. The young man ringing a large school bell in front
of the rubbish truck? The tourist bus that pulled up, tried to wipe out its
rear view mirror on the tree and a man jumped out from underneath (scaring us)
and proceeded to pull out the luggage? A bus load of kids and parents got out,
unfortunately filling up the foyer and the lift.
Shower to wash my hair, downloaded photos, recharged all my
batteries and typed out today’s story and now it is time for a very light
dinner. 8 pm.
The travel agent has rung to confirm pickup time tomorrow.
So all too soon we will begin the arduous journey home. Photos are taking a long time to upload so will add tomorrow.
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