Primary(ish) Colors

Driving around San Francisco, you'll see a house every now and then that's painted some totally absurd color: lime green, raspberry sorbet, you know what I'm talking about? Well, the exteriors in Mexico aren't that wild, but the interiors are often brighter than US ones (not counting my condo). We got to the top of some stairs, and the sun was shining through these leaves, against the red of their niche ... maybe my picture isn't so great, but it's at least a personal memento of perfect light.


All of these walls at the Museo de los Murales (Beatriz de la Fuente) are painted the same shade of yellow (including those in the foreground). The museum is beautifully designed, besides preserving and displaying original murals from the pyramids at Teotihuacan. I can't really imagine what the walls must have looked like when they were new, covered in plaster and colorful frescoes; it must have had such a completely different effect from the massive faces of broken rock that remain today. Maybe one day, the Sistine Chapel will be seen this way. Stripped of its paintings and stained glass, I'm sure it would still be impressive, but more than unrecognizable to us who have lived to see it as it is now.


In the Plaza de las Tres Culturas (the Three Cultures Plaza), there's a colonial-period church made with stones pulled from Aztec temples. The inside of the church is kind of creepy; when Patrick and I went in, it was filled with eerie music and weird blue light. The source of the light is lovely, though.