Author Archives: Stan Flouride

Some automotive beauty from South of the Border

I finally ran into someone who knows me from the Haight. His name is Isaac, he goes to UC Berkeley. He was wearing a Cal T-shirt and I had just met another UC studentstudent a few minutes earlier and I … Continue reading →

I’m back at the Museo Nacional de Anthropologia where I used these postcards and a few others to explain to a young Chinese student who Frida Kahlo was and to gave a quick biography. A clerk who was listening in … Continue reading →

Though it meant a bit of a longer walk to the Diego Rivera Studio Museum I got off one stop early to visit this small but significant museum. There was much more than the photos I am including in this … Continue reading →

I imagine that Diego & Frida would be spinning in whatever afterlife exists for commie atheists if they saw the stores next door. The cultural imperialism represented by Starbucks would be bad enough but the store to its right bears … Continue reading →

This entire trip I’ve been collecting various clever solutions to life’s problems that I’ve observed down here. I’ve been saving them up for a big post but this one that I saw today is AMAZING! If you’ve ever sat at … Continue reading →

Instead of heading south, into Zona Rosa, I headed north into uncharted territory. Where I discovered THIS! Hundreds of painters exhibiting their work in what is a regular Sunday occurrence. The image with the rosy hue is of the adjacent … Continue reading →

To discover that I needed a MC or Visa from a Mexican bank to use the great municipal bicycle system. If I were going to be here more than 11 more days I would consider opening an account (I even … Continue reading →

A new discovery. In this case it is the Plaza José Maria Morelos and the Plaza del Danzon. Once again my strategy of taking random routes pays off with something that leaves me grinning. Countless women and men of a … Continue reading →

I spotted these in a market that has scores of stalls selling genuine artisanal objects and surprised the shopkeeper by asking if it was peyote. He offered me one but I declined.