For a change of pace, I'll show the walk to work while I was in Mexico last week, in lovely Coyoacan, where I lived for a while many many years ago. It is still lovely, perhaps even more so.
Walking down sidestreets -- colorful in all ways.
Well maintained colonial buildings, which means rich folks live here.
Signs for real estate appear everywhere here too.
Some things are new, such as bike lanes (although I didn't see anyone actually using them).
A garbage truck, with a sign saying that we'll catch you if you throw your garage in the street. Certainly more modern trucks than twenty years ago, or than we see in India.
The entrance to main square, again, with those bike signs.
Then, the view from the office was also wonderful.
How can you not be inspired by this?
And then, the B&B where I stayed.
Muy mexicana.
The artwork, the plants, the glassware, the colors.
I wish I could say that I had time to enjoy this. Unfortunately, I wasn't here much, but having breakfast here was a great way to start the day.
I hadn't been to Mexico since I have been living in India. It appeared cleaner and wealthier, with a better appreciation of its heritage buildings and spaces (perhaps some lessons for India), but with continuing political challenges (like India). Many differences, but many similarities too. In short, it was great to be back there, even if only for a few days. I wonder though, will I ever feel as fond of Bangalore as I am of Mexico City?
Walking down sidestreets -- colorful in all ways.
Well maintained colonial buildings, which means rich folks live here.
Signs for real estate appear everywhere here too.
Some things are new, such as bike lanes (although I didn't see anyone actually using them).
A garbage truck, with a sign saying that we'll catch you if you throw your garage in the street. Certainly more modern trucks than twenty years ago, or than we see in India.
The entrance to main square, again, with those bike signs.
Then, the view from the office was also wonderful.
How can you not be inspired by this?
And then, the B&B where I stayed.
Muy mexicana.
The artwork, the plants, the glassware, the colors.
I wish I could say that I had time to enjoy this. Unfortunately, I wasn't here much, but having breakfast here was a great way to start the day.
I hadn't been to Mexico since I have been living in India. It appeared cleaner and wealthier, with a better appreciation of its heritage buildings and spaces (perhaps some lessons for India), but with continuing political challenges (like India). Many differences, but many similarities too. In short, it was great to be back there, even if only for a few days. I wonder though, will I ever feel as fond of Bangalore as I am of Mexico City?