My goodness this is a joyous town. We were strolling around yesterday evening, going nowhere in particular, when I said to Wend “I think this is probably the best place we’ve been to yet”, jokingly she said “what, ever?”.
And you know what, on reflection I think it probably is one of the nicest places we’ve ever visited. Once the sun goes down there is always someone playing some kind of musical instrument and people always start dancing. It’s as if they can’t help themselves. And it’s just lovely.
Despite its fairly modest size (it would fit into a small corner of Puebla) it is a burgeoning cultural state capital with a beautiful colonial core of delightful tree-shaded streets. Oaxaca has top class museums, wonderful eateries to suit all pockets and a thriving art scene with small independent galleries dotted all over the town. It’s fair to say the standard of the art isn’t universally brilliant, but to these untrained philistine eyes the good stuff seems really good.
Owing to the ever present threat of earthquakes almost all the buildings - apart from the churches and larger hotels - are single storey jobs. And most are painted in striking contrasting colours.
Proving myself wrong in the very next sentence; this building is neither a church or a hotel. I like the suicidal skeletons preparing to jump. Look closely and you'll see the grim reaper strolling past. Evidently the death celebration thing is still going strong in Oaxaca.
Margarita time (again!).
Even the graffiti has a certain charm.
Is it a tree? is it a rose bush? Pity the poor cat who tries to climb this thing.
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