Places and Travel

A few hours with the pyramids

We visited Teotihuacan yesterday (Saturday, 29 Sept). Clicking on a photo ought to enlarge it.

Pyramid of the moon, and us.

My wife is more into this kind of touring than I am; she took most of the photos and paid more attention to the guide. I kept getting more and more hungry, and finally broke off in search of the highly-recommended cave restaurant, La Gruta, before the place filled up.

Looking down into La Gruta. The “Plato Mexicano” was fantastic, but it left us having to waddle back up to the surface.

Here are a few more photos from the archeological site.

Detail of a wall mural

One among hundreds, with the Pyramid of the Sun in the background. (People have to make a living, but fighting your way through the rows of people hawking junk makes it impossible to get much out of the site itself.)

At least these days … well, excepting Narcoland, these people weren’t ascending the pyramid to watch the priest tear open a maiden’s chest, rip out her heart, and eat it to wow the throngs. You have to love religious rituals.

Pyramid of the sun

The promenade that connects the entire site, terminating to the left at the pyramid of the moon. There are still a large number of yet-to-be excavated temple mounds along the way.

Abode to a few of the millions, post-Mayan.

This last photo was taken through a bus window, accounting for the blur. The highway heading south to Mexico City from Teotihuacan offers miles and miles of this: the infamous slums of Mexico City. One thing there is plenty of around here — sand colored cement. It is stunningly evident that Mexico could benefit from a stringent program of birth control … not likely to happen in a country still dominated by Catholic superstitious beliefs. (One wonders if the Pope cringes when he sees scenes like this?)

Yet, the natural human propensity to make better whatever life has presented is also evident here. Occasional glowing spots of color where a family has painted their concrete hovel, a raggedy shack with a nice window or door, plants in clay pots defining a balcony strung with lines of drying clean clothes, a hovel with a stained glass (plastic) window, playgrounds packed with children …

Frankly, the reality of this here and now interests me more than what the Aztecs left behind.


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  1. Thank you for sharing this trip with me. I am tired from all the walking and climbing you did. LOL I will never get to go to the wonderful places you do so the pictures are really nice to see.