Oaxaca, Mexico:  so much to see and do

Nearly five weeks in Oaxaca and I constantly see new things. Don’t even remember now what it was this morning that intrigued me but, everyday is new. I wonder how long I’d need before this place is pase? A while yet and, except for trips to Monte Albán and in from the airport there is a much larger city beyond the Centro.   
Back to the many things to see and experience: in the second part of the Tuesday class Alfonso and I went to a weaving museum near here. I’d already seen part of it but we went through a museum and then into another section with more examples of local creativity.

   

 

As I’ve said previously, for me, Mexico is colour. The shirts and dresses from the different regions are beautiful, all identifiably belonging to a particular place. The darker, heavier ones to the mountainous areas and the lighter, white ones to warmer places. 

Much more than that, the designs identify precisely which town or small area the wearer comes from. I don’t intend to buy any as they add the sort of thing that looks brilliant in context or en mass. Isolated shirts or dresses aren’t the same. Nor would I wear the ‘badged’ clothing from here that identifies your home town. No. Looking at it and really liking it is another thing entirely. 
And some of it just seems to be designed to be colourful. 

  
The dog and the bands

The dog was back today. He seems to like men in uniform! He was supervising the two bands at the flag raising the other morning. Today, just the army. 

   A busy dog. Daily inspections of the troops.

  When the soldiers leave, so does he. 

 There were more people than usual and the full line up of officials. Everyone salutes, right arm across their chest.

  As usual. The flag carriers goose-stepped the flag up the side of the Zocalo to the flagpole. 

   

  

 

As usual. Cornets blasted. As usual. Flag was raised while locals saluted. And then one of the usual singers sang the national anthem. I like her voice and took the opportunity to tell her today. And I love the tune of the anthem. I think the words are the usual exhortation to spill blood and remain independent of all invaders forever. Certainly sounds very traditional.

Throughout the flag raising some people had to keep working.

  
For once this part of the Zocalo was almost empty. Without people it’s a fairly uninteresting place, made colourful only by the very colourful impatience flowers planted in lines throughout it.

  

Rabies

Alfonso wasn’t in good form at the start of the class on monday. He seemed very quiet and unable to carry the usual chat. So I suggested an early break and that i buy a paper as I am still unable to get far when I try and read one. I also knew it extend our conversational options. Sure enough. It did. And my homework was to read an article in it. Found one on rabies and discovered the extensive local operation immunising cats and dogs. Very interesting and a consequence is the last reported case locally was in the 1990s.
 After class, off again to my favourite coffee shop. I love its murals. Remember, I included the largest one earlier but its collection is diverse.

  
In most places seeing a line of dogs on a footpath in a car free street would not be especially notable. Here though, fours dogs together nearly represents the total number of dogs I’ve seen in Oaxaca. And then, for them to be together! Opposite a church. Like horses lined up for their owners to come out?

   

Penguin

I don’t know what the penguin did after posing the other day, separated only by the pirate from the shark!  But, he was tied up again and looking very poorly on Monday morning. Very poorly. Dirty weekend, evidently! 

  

  

  

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