We're Definitely Not in Paris

Je lèche les vitrines.

The Sundays that I spent in Paris were often dedicated to just walking and  "licking the windows"
(not really but almost). Paris shops, except in such tourist areas as Le Marais, are closed on Sundays but most of the fun is in the strolling and browsing. In Oaxaca, most shops are open but there are either no windows or there are bars in front  of them.
shops in my neighbourhood
This lack of glass is partially due to the fear of theft but, for the most part ,people living here just don't browse. They listen to music and watch dancers in every corner park. There was standing room only in the Basilica de La Soledad  near my apartment yesterday. Outside in the plaza, the ladies were preparing an inexpensive community meal.

They looked like they were having fun.

The emphasis here is definitely not on the acquisition of material goods but everyone is "out and about"on Sunday.
The prices are very cheap These are pesos not dollars.

I'm not in the market to buy anything other than the necessities during my stay because I already have souvenirs of Oaxaca and I know that I am unlikely to wear more than one embroidered blouse when I return home.
There are always historical markers.
Down the Avenida de la Independencia from my apartment is the site of the house where Porfirio Diaz,
an extremely controversial President of Mexico, was born. Diaz, who opened Mexico up to foreign investment during the latter years of the 19th century, governed for 30 years until he was forced to flee to Paris. He is buried in the Cimetière du Montparnasse along with Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir.

Since I am responsible for bringing several billion dollars in foreign investments into my country, I think I should continue in my position until a competent successor is found.
—Díaz declarations to John Hays Hammond at the summit with Pres. Taft in 1909.[42]

I am watching season 3 of House of Cards and perhaps Porfirio was a bit like Francis Underwood.

You can cut the flowers but you can't stop the spring!

Sometimes the graffiti can be a lesson in Spanish and food for thought. 

Wandering the streets of Oaxaca can be a very dangerous activity for me as the pavement is very irregular and I seem to make a habit of falling on every trip. Happy Monday!


  1. How lovely that people spend their Sundays enjoying each other's company!

  2. There seems to be free entertainment in every park. Shopping is definitely not a pastime here!

  3. Oh, I know what you mean about the dangers of walking on those streets! Absolutely love the message in that graffiti. And the women getting ready for the party...you have quite an eye for the essence of a place..

  4. Love your cultural analysis -- such a thoughtful, observant, and open perspective you bring on your travels!


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