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One of the things I love about Latin America are the homes. Mexicans have the custom of painting their homes in very vibrant colors. The colors have significance although I’m not sure what the meanings are. Here are some photos that I took on a walk heading to and west of the Frida Kahlo house. Frida Kahlo was one of Mexico’s most famous painters. Plagued with serious health problems and a childhood tragic accident that should have killed her, her life was one of constant pain. In spite of it, she lived large and traveled extensively. The artist Diego Rivera, twenty years her senior, was her lover until she died of pneumonia at age 47. I use the term lover to mean passionate relationships but they were actually married. Twice. To each other.
This first photo (before Frida’s house) is of a courtyard outside a church. We’ve all seen pavement art before but this isn’t chalk. It’s colored sand which can be a bigger challenge to render.
The method seems to be a mix of using templates and freehand. Below a template was used for the purple scrolling, the rest freehand. The photo after, shows the scale of the images in the courtyard.
Below is a closeup of the front of the church. If you look closely, you’ll see what looks like a photo above the door. Oddly, it depicted a woman with a mustache and goatee. I don’t know what that means.
Outside the courtyard, vendors were selling egg shells filled with flour, their ends sealed with glued colored crepe paper in anticipation of Fat Tuesday celebrations.
Now for the walk through the neighborhood. In this neighborhood, the homes came right to the sidewalk with no front yard. So, home owners landscape portions of the sidewalk in front of their homes.
Now we’ve arrived at the Frida Kahlo house. Like many homes in this part of the neighborhood, you can’t really see the homes, just the outside walls. People live in compounds with an outside wall facing the street. Here’s a photo of the courtyard of Frida’s house.
Here’s a picture of Eric and me in the courtyard. Eric is wearing a reticulated wooden tie with Frida’s picture on it. Everyone needs a tacky souvenir. This is the only tie I’ve ever seen my husband wear.
Leaving Kahlo’s house, here are some photos of homes and buildings in the neighborhoods.
Here’s a photo of an entirely floral decoration outside of a church. It was quite amazing.
Lastly, a place of prayer in the courtyard.