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Taxco, the "Silver Town" (2)

Mexican Colonial town


The heart of Taxco is Plaza Borda. Here, the town socializes. You can visit the church, eat in its restaurants, buy baskets and silverware, cool down with an ice-cream, stay in the hotels, rest in the shade, listen to mariachi bands, go to the bank or just enjoy a bit of "people-watching". It's definitely a good place to spend some time, if not some money. I was torn between trying to keep up with our guide or taking photos of everything and everybody around me in the square. There was too much of interest outside to move into the church too quickly. I let her go ahead with the others and decided I would catch up on the explanations later on.




Santa Prisca is Taxco's outstanding gem. Even the tall shady trees in the square can't hide the slender pink bell-towers, riotously ornate where they touch the sky, or the beautiful tiled dome. José de la Borda, deeply grateful to God for the prosperity of his silver mines, had this church built where his priest son would officiate mass. If this iglesia has a visible unity to it, that's because it was constructed in 7 short years, from top to bottom and inside out. So what you see is original, with nothing added on or re-done. I suppose a silver mining town like Taxco is bound to have a special work of art, given the wealth scraped out from the surrounding mountains. The interesting thing is that José de la Borda was a generous, humble man who was actually more interested in helping the community than accumulating wealth for himself. A rarity. A breath of fresh air.



When I eventually stepped into Santa Prisca's cool darkish interior in search of my friend and the guide, I was overwhelmed. I realized that although I had been mesmerized by the outside, the interior was even more over-the-top, as Mexican Baroque churches usually are. To borrow someone's words, "The Mexican aesthetic is not classical and restrained but exuberant and colorful". Yes, "exuberant" is a nice way to put it. The stonework, like the exterior, was pretty pink. Surprisingly though, the town's silver has turned to shiny gold here. Its altarpieces are lavishly rich in saints and angels, as if all of heaven has gathered together in this small space. Now I'm not particularly inclined towards gold cherubs and saints and images of La Virgen Maria but I can imagine how, in the days long before books, televisions and computers were deeply rooted in society, churches like Santa Prisca probably weren't only temples of worship but also served to visually stimulate the mental activity and imagination of the population. Maybe it was a good place for mathematics too. I'm sure that more than one awe-struck kid would be trying to count how many cherubs there were on each altarpiece.


Outside in the church patio, I left the angels and saints and all that gold behind me and was brought down-to-earth once again. I met a mother and her two small children selling chewing gum. 1 peso for 1 piece of gum. I bought a couple and talked to them, wondering if I would ever have been able to get my young kids to sit quietly in the shade for a morning selling candy without running off and getting bored. I doubt it. But I watched this family and they seemed content to sit around for a long time in the shade, earning a few pesos. Just behind them another personaje caught my eye. Well, two of them to be exact... a nun with her small chihuahua dog, Bobby. She very kindly let me take their photo. Bobby had just had his bowl of water, indispensable in this hot sunshine.


Watching Bobby lap up his water made me begin to dream of a cool beer and some energizing food. Luckily for me, the guide read my mind and pointed out the place where we would be having a pit stop. After a cool bottle of Victoria, a few glasses of melon-flavoured water and a plateful of typical Mexican food, we felt revived and had some time to explore the town by ourselves.


No matter where you go in this small town, there is always something to catch your attention, a small detail, an inviting shop or an interesting street scene. And somehow the towers of Santa Prisca magically appear wherever you go. It's almost impossible to get away from them. For a couple of hours, my friend and I strolled through the streets, nosed around the silverware shops, discovered small plazas with fountains or chatted to the street vendors who cheerfully offered us their wares. I could see it was going to be hard not to bring home a cargo of brightly-coloured baskets, hand-painted plates or silver items but in a commendable display of self-disciplined restraint, I managed to arrive back at the Turibus fairly light-weight without too much damage done to my purse. I took pictures instead.



Perhaps the 3-hour bus journey back to Mexico City was necessary to a certain degree. It gave my feet time to stop throbbing and return to their normal size and also gave my mind time to digest all the details of our trip to Taxco, the sights we'd seen. This pueblo mágico had impressed me, more than I had expected. Before it got too dark, I even had time to snap a few more photos.


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Taxco, the "Silver Town" (1)

Mexican Colonial town


Last Easter I took a trip to Taxco (pronounced "Tasco") in Guerrero with a friend. This picturesque pueblo mágico is well worth the 3-hour bus trip from Mexico City, a ride which takes you into the dry, silver-mining mountains to the south east of the metropolis. We took the Turibus which leaves from outside the Auditorio Nacional, a sleek comfortable coach with an informative tourist guide, lunch, a bottle of water, a carton of juice and an energy bar thrown into the package.


As we approached the town and drove around the last bend on the winding mountain road, there tumbling picturesquely down a steep mountainside were hundreds of small houses all dressed in uniform... whitewashed walls and chunky terracotta-tiled roofs. The effect was rather bewildering. For a second, I felt as if I'd got lost by mistake in Southern Spain or Tuscany in Italy. I couldn't pick out any typical Mexican lime greens, fuchsia pinks or electric blues on the walls and there was a certain air of harmony to the place. Of course, it's not surprising since Taxco is essentially a colonial town, more or less founded by the Spaniards... and has managed to keep its look intact over the years despite the mass of black spaghetti masquerading as electric wires overhead.

The Turibus coughed us out at the Posada La Misión, a fitting first stop with its distinctive colonial atmosphere, complete with an old stagecoach in the lobby. Every nook and cranny was filled with objects from that historical period, accompanied by the musty scent of history. Arches, tiles, forged iron items and heavy wooden furniture were combined with some Mexican touches. You could almost imagine a bunch of Conquistadores or Spanish nobles strolling in, and their horses clattering over the stony path outside.


But that wasn't the only reason this particular posada was a good place to start. Our guide led us outside to the gardens and restaurant lower down which smugly boast one of the best views of the town. The Church of Santa Prisca stood out over the whitewashed houses, like a proud pink mother hen brooding over her little white chicks. High on the mountainside was the Cristo Monumental, a 5-metre high statue of Christ with outstretched arms. Behind us was a sparkling swimming pool, rather inviting in the heat, bordered by a historical mural created by Juan O'Gorman, dedicated to the last Aztec ruler, Cuauhtémoc. The mural is fascinating, made of locally found multi-colored stones. We had certainly begun with a lesson in history.


To really savor this town, you need to walk around it even though the steep inclines might push your lungs out of your mouth as you gasp for breath, especially if you want to make it to the top. Alternatively you could squeeze yourself into the back seat of one of the scores of white VW Beetle Bugs (aka taxis) scampering up the narrow cobbled streets but you would miss a lot of details. Chances are your eyes would probably be tightly closed most of the time to avoid witnessing any close encounters on the way up. But to be honest, it's far more fun wandering around under your own steam, peering into the small shops on either side of the street, stopping to admire the views, and sneaking a peek into mysterious patios and gardens. Neither would you want to miss the kids with their cheeky smiles, the vendors selling baskets and other trinkets, the odd mariachi band, the balloon sellers, and a thousand more sights and smells to delight you on your way.




Silver has been mined in Taxco since before the Conquest and although reserves have long been depleted, it is still responsible for the town's fame and provides its main livelihood. When the Spaniards heard about the silver, they rushed down here but their success was short-lived. Things calmed down until the 18th Century when French/Spanish miner José de la Borda (Joseph de Laborde in French) struck it rich when he discovered a vein of silver. It was this man who was responsible for building the Church of Santa Prisca and other mansions. Presumably the Café Borda is named after him. After another quiet period, the silversmith business saw a boom with the arrival of William Spratling (called Guillermo Spratling here). An American architect and writer, he set up a jewellery workshop, harnessing the skill of the locals and incorporating pre-Hispanic designs into his pieces. Taxco eventually became world famous for its silver artwork. As we wandered along the streets, we came across numerous platerías, shops selling silverware, but it didn't take me long to remember that I had some kind of allergy to this metal and so declined offers to buy anything.


We still hadn't even arrived at the plaza principal, dominated by the Taxco's most outstanding landmark, the Church of Santa Prisca. That was still to come. The first church we came across was a rather a solid-looking former monastery, San Barnadino de Siena, whose claim to fame lies in the fact that it was the first Franciscan monastery and one of the oldest in America, dating back to 1592. After a fire, it was re-built in neo-classical style in 1804. Curiously, behind it are some rather sombre figures of penitentes, dark hooded figures dragging crosses and flagellating themselves. Apparently, the macabre Medieval practice of penitence was brought over to Mexico from Spain and it was quickly adopted here. Although in general this tradition has largely been suppressed in Mexico, it is still very much alive and well in Taxco. The processions of the black-hooded brotherhoods during Semana Santa or Holy Week continue to startle unsuspecting tourists.


As we continued to walk towards the centre, every now and again, the cobbled streets surprised us with their designs in the shape of flowers or jaguars or Aztecs playing the game of pelota. In fact, it is thought that the name Taxco derives from the Nauhuatl word Tlachco meaning "a place for playing ball". I just hope no-one sent the ball flying down into the valley below. It would be a long way down to retrieve it. When we finally arrived at the small Plaza Borda, it took us all of three seconds to run for the cool shady benches and restore our hot souls. The short rest gave us the chance to marvel at the façade of the pink-hued iglesia said to be the most beautiful Baroque-style church in the whole of Mexico. And to catch our breath.


...(continued in Part 2)

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Is this where the Spaniards hid their gold?

Inside the Iglesia de San Francisco Javier

Part 2 - Tepotzotlán

So where was all the gold Marc had raved about? It was time to visit the church... Now let me warn you. Baroque is a flamboyant, exuberant style which the Catholic Church encouraged in the 17th and 18th Century to counter the effect of the Reformation. With its masses of sculptures and details, it would appeal to the emotions and leave an impression on all contemplating it. Mexican Baroque, or the churrigueresco style, can be totally overwhelming, there's no doubt about it. We were about to be overwhelmed.

We walked down a narrow staircase leading to the Church of San Francisco Javier, getting closer to Tepotzotlán's treasure trove, its Aladdin's cave of colonial gold. The group of schoolchildren one step ahead of us left the building, their eyes bright, chattering excitedly. I asked them what they had thought of the church. They all answered noisily at once and I could see their excitement. It was my turn to go in now. Imagine stepping through a low side door and finding yourself surrounded by dazzling gold altarpieces, soaring high up to the ceiling, covered in a bewildering array of gilt figures and statues. It really was like emerging into a cave full of gold and treasure. Nor did it take long to realise that the Jesuits scored high on missionary zeal and weren't exactly short of cash.

Many churches have more than one retablo or altarpiece, but this one has what you could call a collection. No fewer than...FIVE... floor-to-ceiling gilt altarpieces taking up half the church, with hundreds of saints, angels, cherubs, flowers, hearts, and other symbols. They dazzled and dazed me. I began to go cross-eyed trying to count all the angels and cherubs, and searching for a particular saint was somewhat akin to looking for Sammy the Sheep or Oor Wullie in those comics teeming with detail. This is Mexican churrigueresco art at its finest, its most extravagant. The retablos are made of white cedarwood, finely covered with gold leaf and painted in some cases. Apparently there isn't a single nail holding them together. Soft light filtered down through the alabaster windows high up in the church and the hallowed hush was only broken by Lynda's whispered commentary. It was mind-boggling to imagine all the work that went into the details and carving. I settled down to the almost impossible task of capturing on my camera what we were looking at. There was too much of it. Lynda was right, photos couldn't do it justice.

We stepped through the doorway to see a dazzling scene inside the church

The church has no fewer than five enormous gilt altarpieces. The central one is dedicated to St Francis Xavier and apparently has 79 heads of angels and saints, 52 complete angels and other images, adding up to 138 sculptures in total. (One Hundred and One Beautiful Small Towns in Mexico, by Guillermo García Oropeza)

Detail on one of the altarpieces

Even the ceiling was beautifully painted

Some of the angels and figures on the altarpiece dedicated to the Virgen de Guadalupe

The altarpieces have remained intact over the centuries and were recently restored.

However, that wasn't the only treasure causing us to hyperventilate. Built off the side of the main nave was another curiosity, the Capilla de la Virgen de Loreto, a chapel containing a brick house representing the home of the Virgin in Nazareth. According to legend, when the original house in Nazareth was threatened to be destroyed, it was miraculously transported, first to Croatia and then to a hill in Loreto, Italy. The Jesuits had had a replica of the portal built here.

But this church still had one more secret. Behind the Capilla was perhaps the most impressive, unexpected room of all... the Camarin de la Virgen or Alcove of the Virgin. It was a small octagonal-shaped room with a dome above it and EVERY SINGLE square millimetre was lavishly and luxuriously decorated. Looking up, we could see the inside of the small nest of domes where rows of saints looked down on us until at the very top was a white dove symbolising the Holy Spirit. "Do you remember I pointed out the domes when we were outside?" Lynda reminded us. "Now you're standing inside right underneath them!" So what was this beautifully decorated room used for, I wondered? I later read somewhere that this was the Virgin's dressing room, literally. This is where she was dressed before her statue was taken out in processions.

Paintings at the entrance to the Capilla de la Virgen de Loreto

The doorway into the Alcove

Angels and shells and other symbols can be seen

Looking directly up inside the dome

View towards the original entrance to the church

We emerged from the Jesuits' cave of treasure reeling from the sight of so much glittering gold, ornamentation and masses of detail and took in deep breaths of fresh air. What impression would this have made on the Indians back in the days of the Colonial era? I'm sure it would have caused them to believe on the spot. And where did all that gold come from? Is this where the gold handed over to Hernán Cortés by the Aztec ruler Moctezuma eventually ended up? And perhaps even more mysteriously, how did it all remain intact in this church without disappearing over the centuries? In fact, the complex is one of the few in Mexico that has been preserved completely intact, including its altarpieces and works of art. That is truly a miracle.

When thinking of what we'd just seen, all my mind could think of were "f" words, a series of adjectives which kept going round and round in my head... flamboyant, fussy, florid, fancy, full, flashy, fantastic, fine, fabulous, frenetic... And then I got caught up with some "e" words too... exquisite, exhuberant, excessive, exaggerated, extravagant, elaborate, extraordinary... which led me on to a load of "g" words...golden, glittering, garish, grand, glorious, gaudy, garnished, glamorous, grandiose... That's what Mexican Baroque does to you. It overwhelms you and leaves you searching for words to describe it and you end up finding that it's impossible to use just a couple of ordinary adjectives. You need a whole dictionary of them.

We left the museum and it was almost refreshing to look at the nearby buildings, with their simple style, devoid of ornamentation, painted in bold plain colours of yellow, orange, and red and appreciate the solid blue dome above us, that wonderful open sky. Feeling a bit peckish, a group of us made a bee-line for a cafeteria to have something simple to eat under a shady arcade. Sincronizadas and agua de guayaba. There was nothing remotely Baroque or churrigueresco about our snack or our setting. Back to modern-day reality.

We wandered around the square in search of a place for lunch

Los Molcajetes, where we had sincronizadas

Detail of lamp

A tricycle parked nearby

The library

A VW Beetle parked in the street

Having lunch

Plant in the window

Walking back past the church

One of the many wrought-iron workshops we saw in Tepotzotlán

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Tepotzotlán, glittering witness to Mexico's colonial past

TEPOTZOTLÁN may have a name sounding like some kind of pharmaceutical product and be a mouthful to pronounce but don't let that put you off. I've spent days muttering it under my breath (at least 273 times) and it still gets stuck in my throat, like an overly large pill refusing to go down smoothly. But it's also managed to get stuck firmly in my mind as it's probably the closest I'll ever get to being inside an Aladdin's cave stashed full of Spanish gold. Now I see why so many people have crossed it off their list of Things-To-Do-Before-I-Leave-Mexico.

This pueblo mágico, 40 kms north of Mexico City but in reality almost joined to it, is located just where the chaotic urban sprawl in the Valle de México peters out at last and runs into open skies and humpback mountains, which is what its name supposedly means in the Nahuatl language. Fortunately, despite being on the brink of being swallowed up in the city's growth, it remains a quiet town of 40,000 people, with lumpy cobblestones and a centre rich in colonial vestiges. Its claim to fame is the Museo del Virreinato and the Iglesia de San Francisco Javier, a complex which houses some of the finest art and artifacts from the Colonial era. If that sounds a somewhat stuffy idea to you, let me assure you it isn't. I first heard about Tepotzotlán when Marc went there with his school. When your 13-year-old son comes back raving about an amazing church bulging with gold inside and has even taken photos of it, you know it's worth seeing.


So when I heard that the Newcomers' Club was organising a trip to Tepotzotlán (not to be confused with another pueblo mágico called Tepoztlán to the south on the way to Cuernavaca) and Lynda Martinez del Campo was going to be our guide, I made sure my name was on the list. Lynda assured me I would want to take masses of photos, although photos could not entirely do justice to what we were going to see.

Surprisingly, it only took us half an hour to drive there from Polanco. I say" surprisingly" because some days it takes me that time just to advance one kilometer up Paseo de la Reforma. When we arrived, I could smell the countryside and see the nearby rounded mountains clearly in the fresh morning air. I love that sensation. And there was the church, standing tall in an extremely quiet plaza or square, still not fully awake. 'Good', I thought to myself. 'As it's mid-week, we'll have it to ourselves'. And I was right. Weekends see a larger influx of people coming to visit this Colonial wonder and a lively market in this very square but today it was all ours.

While waiting for everyone to arrive, I skipped off to take some photos... my camera was already itching to capture scenes of Tepotzotlán, inside and outside the complex.

The church and museum complex

The church with its tower seen from the road

View of the main square with the Jorobado (Humpback) Mountains behind

The sign for Tepotzotlán is the shape of the church

Some of the locals outside the town hall

Giant chair decorated with bright colours and designs

View of the square, the mountains and clear blue skies from the church

A novel place to stack chairs!

There are a lot of artistic wrought-iron workshops around producing works of art like this bull or fancy gates and chairs

Colourful flags decorate an eating area

A lone vendor sits in the square waiting for some custom

One of the stalls in the square

When we had all gathered together in the shadow of the very ornate church which can't fail to catch your eye and dominates the Plaza de Hidalgo, Lynda started off by reminding us of the historical background of this area. It was in 1521 that the Spanish conquered Mexico and this land became known as New Spain or the Virreinato de Nueva España. Some fifty years after the Conquest, the Jesuits arrived a little late on the scene to set up their missions and to evangelise and found that the other Catholic orders had already more or less divided up Mexico City amongst themselves. So they came to Tepotzotlán and established a series of schools out here to teach their missionaries the indigenous languages, provide an education for the Indians and train up novice priests. In 1767, the Jesuits were expelled from the land by the King of Spain, Carlos III, and didn't return until 1885. Once again, during the Mexican Revolution, they were forced to leave in 1914. The complex was nationalised in 1933 and declared a historic monument and later restored and opened as a museum in 1964.

The adjoining church, the Iglesia de San Francisco Javier, built by the Jesuits between 1670 and 1682, was the one we were now sitting in front of. One look at the extremely ornate façade, without so much as a square inch of plain stone in the central part, tells you they either had a lot of time on their hands or were trying to make a point. Or both. If the façade of a church can be "read" like a book, giving a summary of what's inside and what's important to them, then this one has made sure visitors know what it was all about. There was a large figure of St Francis Xavier (co-founder of the Society of Jesus and one of the seven original Jesuits) in the middle, over the door, showing the church was dedicated to him. All the other saints and symbols were also part of the story and it would probably take you a good few weeks to investigate and fully absorb. But apparently, that was just the appetizer for what was to come. We could hardly wait to go inside. Before we actually went into the museum, Lynda pointed out the smaller "nest of domes" to one side of the church. "Remember this. You'll see what it is when you get inside," she said tantalisingly.

Lynda explaining some history to the group

A general view of the Iglesia de San Francisco Javier

Tile explaining the different figures on the façade

The very ornate façade covered in saints and other figures

Detail of the façade

Series of domes which Lynda pointed out to us and told us to keep in mind

Today the whole complex comprising the College, the former monastery and the Church of St Francis Xavier houses the Museo Nacional de Virreinato (Museum of the Viceregal or Colonial Period), one of the most impressive in Mexico, not only for what is on show there but because the buildings themselves are a fitting historical setting for the exhibits. Add to that the fact that the Church is one of the three most important buildings of churrigueresco (Spanish Baroque) art in Mexico and you can be sure you're going to need more than a few hours to take it all in. As Lynda took us around the museum and fed us entertaining snippets of information as well as the heavier stuff, we began our journey back in time. The stone floors, red and white walls and vaulted cloisters bulged with valuable paintings, works of art and sculptures from Mexico's colonial era. We visited the private chapel, the library, the pharmacy, the kitchen, and an exhibition on nuns and their way of life, and were transported back several centuries.

Scale model of the museum complex, seen from the front

Beautiful corridors, painted red and white, with stone flooring

Windows with heavy wooden shutters

The private chapel, "Capilla Domestica", with a towering altarpiece full of mirrors, portraits of saints, statues and reliquaries, where the novice priests used to come and pray

Interesting windows in the chapel

Lavishly painted ceilings and walls of the chapel

The only other visitors were a party of schoolchildren who seemed to be enjoying themselves

Vaulted roof and paintings

The Spanish arrived in galleons like these to conquer the New World

Suit of armour and paintings from the Colonial Period which stretched from the Spanish Conquest in 1521 to the beginning of the 19th Century.

A rather gory statue of Jesus on his way to being crucified. It would surely have left an impression on the Indians.

Another rather gruesome sight - relics of one of the saints

Scale model re-creating life in those days

Corridor in the ex-monastery

Exhibition about the life of nuns in a convent

View through the window of the bell tower and dome outside

The breezy terrace at the top gives all-round views

Looking down towards the Church building from the monastery

The Jesuits' library

Ivory figures

Detail of the door and corridor

Patio de los Naranjos, one of the interior courtyards with orange trees

Looking into the courtyard

Mural depicting the enormous aqueduct built near Tepotzotlán and well worth a visit too.

The gardens of the complex, leading to the vegetable plots

Scene from the kitchen

Shelves in the kitchen

Whitewashed kitchen patio with cisterns for collecting rainwater

The store room

The Pharmacy where they prepared the medicines

With many of the exhibits coming from the Cathedral in Mexico City as well as elsewhere, this complex must be the most well-stocked colonial museum in Mexico. Even if you aren't particularly keen on religious or sacred art, there is more than enough here to keep you interested. The buildings themselves are impregnated with the unmistakeable colonial style and you can't help but wonder what these walls have seen over the last 400 years or so. But there was still more to come. Lynda promised us that we'd be amazed by what we were going to see inside the church which was when I suddenly began to wonder if my camera battery would last out.

.../To be continued in Part 2.

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Exploring Cuernavaca, "City of Eternal Spring"

Chapel of the Tercera Orden


One of the places I'd been hoping to visit one day was Cuernavaca, a city 85 kms (53 miles) south of Mexico City, so when I heard Lynda Martinez was organising a trip there, I signed up straightaway. A comment of hers got me raring to go: "You are going to go crazy with your camera there!" And that's exactly what happened.... I'll let my photos tell the story of our day out.

We drove to Cuernavaca along the excellent D-95 highway, passing lots of wooded areas. The original name of the city in Nahuatl was Cuauhnáhuac (which looks a mouthful but is more or less pronounced "Kwownáwac") meaning "surrounded by or close to trees", but since the Spanish conquistadores couldn't pronounce it, they named the city Cuernavaca. The volcano Popocatépetl lies quite close too.

At this point, we passed into the State of Morelos. Cuernavaca is the capital and largest city of Morelos and now has a population of more than 600,000.

A sign seen as we came down into the city. This place is famous for its Revolutionary fighters, especially Emiliano Zapata who was born in Morelos, but was also where the Aztec Emperors and Spanish rulers had their summer palaces. Wealthy residents of Mexico City built mansions here due to the pleasant climate. Today many foreigners come here to learn Spanish.

Our first stop was at the fortified Palacio de Cortés, built by the Spanish conquistador Hernán Cortés in 1526 on the site of a former Aztec pyramid, to be used as his residence and administrative offices. It is the oldest civil building still standing in New Spain, with battlements and thick walls. Apparently it has also been a warehouse, a prison, military barracks and a State Government Palace. Today it is a museum recounting the history of the Sate of Morelos and Mexico.

Lynda giving us a few explanations before we went in. It was a beautiful sunny day and there were very few people around.

Arches at the back and front of the museum give wonderful views of the surrounding city.

Some of the pre-Hispanic exhibits

When the Spanish arrived in Mexico, among other animals, they brought the horse.

In the inner courtyard you can see some of the pre-Hispanic remains

An Aztec codex with the names of different towns and villages using symbols.

View of Cuernavaca Cathedral from the museum

The Palacio de Cortés also has some interesting murals painted by Diego Rivera which narrate the history of the Conquest and the Revolution.

Section of the mural - on the left you can see the sugar cane production at the haciendas, set up by the Spanish.

Looking down over the square outside. As it was mid-week, it was very quiet. Weekends are particularly busy when many people come from Mexico City to enjoy clear skies and a smaller city!

Our coffee stop where Lynda began to tell us a bit of background information about the next place we were about to visit.

As we walked to the next place, we saw colourful buildings and trees everywhere.

A peppermint green building

With its sunny tropical climate, Cuernavaca is famous for its luxuriant vegetation and flora.

Our second visit was to the Robert Brady Museum, a real feast for the eyes!

Robert Brady was an American artist from Iowa, who settled here in Cuernavaca in 1962. He spent his life collecting art and other artifacts from all around the world and when he died in 1986, he bequeathed his house to the city as long as they didn't change anything.

The entrance to the museum-house, Casa de la Torre, left exactly as when Brady lived in it.

The colours, decoration and collections are exquisite... you can tell he was an artist!

The house and its grounds were originally part of the Franciscan monastery and back onto the walled Cathedral.

Lynda, our guide, in pink and the other five girls on the tour

A tastefully-decorated sitting room

Brady had bright cushions everywhere in the house

One of his collections of masks

The beautiful garden and pool

A shady porch area seen from the dining room

The bright cheerful kitchen

Brady's bedroom

A yellow-coloured sitting room with an original painting by Frida Kahlo on the walls

The so-called "Oriental Room" for guests

A group picture outside in the gardens

View of the street outside with brightly coloured buildings

We passed a school where there were lots of vendors waiting to sell food to the children when they came out

A big red building opposite the Cathedral

Our third visit was to Cuernava's Cathedral complex, a fortified walled compound enclosing the main Cathedral and three other chapels, one at each corner. In the middle of the atrium are beautiful gardens and shady walkways.

Sign which reads: "Cathedral of Cuernavaca. Founded by Franciscan monks in the 16th Century. Begun in 1529. Finished in 1552. Named "La Asunción de Maria". The frescos on the side walls of the nave depict the martyrdom of the Mexican saint Philip of Jesus. It became the Cathedral Of Cuernavaca in 1891."

Beautiful flowering trees in the gardens

The Cathedral, once the Monastery of La Asunción, was the fifth monastery/church in New Spain. It was built by Hernán Cortés to double up as a fortress.

Getting some interesting perspectives!

Lynda telling our group about the Cathedral at the bottom of the tower

An unusual feature is the "Open Chapel" or Capilla Abierta, one of the oldest parts, where they could say mass for hundreds of natives who were accustomed to worshipping outdoors, never inside.

The enormous buttresses of the "Open Chapel"

The top part of the tower was rebuilt after being toppled by an earthquake in 1882.

One of the wooden doors

The interior of the Cathedral underwent several restoration and renovation processes

Frescos along the side walls, discovered during the renovation work in the 1960s, depicting the martyrdom of St Philip of Jesus in Japan.

Learning about the history of this Cathedral

Looking out towards the gardens

The interior is now fairly modern

More frescos on the other side wall

The pink and white façade of the Chapel of the Tercera Orden, standing inside the walled compound

Side view of the chapel, with its concave façade, built in 1694.

Detail of the figures on the façade

The very ornate gold altar, quite a surprise for such a small chapel

A quiet place for explanations

Another chapel, the Chapel of Santa Cruz, with a different architectural style, also in the grounds

We had a quick look around the rather bare inside.

Looking out towards the Chapel of the Tercera Orden standing opposite this chapel and right next to the main entrance,

More church buildings can be seen up the street

There are many gardens in the City of Eternal Spring, nickname given to Cuernavaca by Alexander von Humboldt, the German explorer and naturalist in the 19th Century.

Heading back towards Mexico City, along the pine-forested highway.

We went past lots of fields with hay drying in the sun

The open skies are much clearer here, something missing from DF - a picturesque way to end our very interesting tour.

Now I'm looking forward to the next trip to Cuernavaca to discover a bit more about this city and visit its markets!

Posted by margaretm 04:04 Archived in Mexico Tagged churches museums history mexico trips colours colonial cuernavaca pre-hispanic Comments (1)

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