Like the history of our own country, that of the United Mexican States is soaked with blood, from the violence of the Mayans through the Spanish conquistadores and on. Heroes and villains abound. I only wish I had made notes of all the names of men in the portraits, but I will be looking for their faces as I pursue the study of Mexican history this winter. For now, please notice also the faces of the crowd of indigenous children, collateral damage in the making of a temporary empire.
For my part, however, I found ordinary houses on side streets as fascinating as all the monuments, hotels, and churches. I like to see ordinary life in general, wherever I travel, but in Mexico, bright paints make the most ordinary scene, and even the smallest and shabbiest dwelling, wonderfully colorful and cheerful-looking. As a wonderful example of bright colors, I was fortunate to capture from a moving vehicle a fantastic tiled wall along one very ordinary urban street.
The broad Paseo Montejo, named for the founding family, ends at a roundabout encircling a beautiful monument to Mayan myth and history.
The contemporary crisis is not a struggle between two diverse cultures, as the conservatives would have us believe, but rather an internal quarrel in a [global] civilization that no longer has any rivals, a civilization whose future is the future of the whole world. Each man's fate is that of man himself.
...The past has left us orphans, as it has the rest of the planet, and we must join together in inventing our common future. World history has become everyone's task, and our own labyrinth is the labyrinth of all mankind.
- Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude
|And we are moving on....|