Our visit to Diego Rivera’s murals at the Palacio Nacional was thwarted by police, who flatly stated that public access was closed for two weeks due to a protest. The manifestación on the Zócalo (main plaza) was an evangelical teach-in, with urgent preaching and praying, children dressed as angels, and free haircuts for men and women in separate tents. So we wandered into the free Museo de Arte de la SHCP instead, which had an exhibit called Bybood-Booboot, of large, geometric patterns and conceptual pieces. Naturally, being a bunch of queers, we had a photo shoot in front of the paintings.
Another day, we took the metro to the highly recommended Museo Nacional de Antropología. It being a Monday, it was also closed. (For some reason, I always forget this when I travel.) But there was a spectacular public art exhibit, Paseando por la Cuidad, of the works of photographer Manuel Ramos from 1900-1940. We joined the chilangos strolling along the wide sidewalk overlooking the Bosque de Chapultepec (also closed), reflecting upon the history of a city that was newly familiar. Some images even had QR codes so you could find the approximate location today, and many were taken around the Zócalo, near our hostel. The play of the digital age and a century in the past was mesmerizing.
That’s my last post about DF. At least until I have a chance to return. Hasta pronto.