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¨The police are whores¨.
Mm fresh orange juice. At this point, I realize my camera battery is dying. My only day in DF had to be scarcely photographed!
Great tapestry at the Museo de Artes Populares depicting everyday life.
Dedicado a Gonzalo Torné.
El Instituto Nacional de Bellas Artes.
Sanborns department store and restaurant in the lovely Casa de los Azulejos. Note the waitress passing in ¨traditional¨attire.
Una limpia, cleansing, at the Zócalo.
Plummer? Mason, anyone?
A statue of the pope with the virgin´s face and a bunch of keys.
La Catedral Metropolitana= kind of depressing.
Mass baptisms and confirmations.
Coyacán, a more residential and hip part of the city. Anna calls it the Brooklyn of DF.
Photos Prohibited at La Casa Azul! Here´s a glimpse from afar at Frida´s bed.
Chillin in Frida´s backyard.
A bizarre play with a singing Frida.
Dulces.
D.F ... wow...muy chulo!
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