In the wake of a post-wedding early morning wakeup to get back to Mexico City, Sunday I went to Frida Kahlo's house and Trotsky's house (and resting place of his ashes) in the rich suburb of Coyaocan. Saw the artifacts of Kahlo's life, the medical braces, the dresses, the blue house and a few paintings. Trotsky's house was austere and dark by comparison, and with grim but fascinating photodocumentation of the serial execution of his family members and his exile in Mexico. No mention of any affair with Kahlo there.
Cuernavaca and the wedding were wonderful. For the Sinai readers: photos to follow.
The blow out wedding party lasted into the night and a midnight meal (after the main meal) was served to keep the festivities going and to avoid La Resaca - The Hangover. Semi - successful. Note here that the sweet mexican bride inviting guests to do celebratory Tequila shots with her probably didn't help. That afternoon fell asleep on a bus going in the wrong direction on the way back from Kahlo's house. About a 2 hour mistake.
Today I wented to the famed (because they're big and old) 700BC pyramids of Teotihuacan about an hour outside of Mexico City - 45 m high I believe for the Temple of the Moon, and the Temple of the Sun was a bit higher.
It was hot and flooded with tourists, and climbing was sweaty. I almost didn't go, but am happy I saw the place, if only to see the scale and symmetry of the layout.
The bus stopped at the Basilica of Guadalupe and so in my 3 full days in Mexico City I have seen the famous mantle not once, but twice.