Endlessly fascinating, I would love to spend an afternoon in one with a local and hear all the stories she could tell.
This is a photo of a wonderful fresco (actually one of two) painted over the altar in the Santa Cruz church in La Crucecita, Huatulco in southern Mexico – where I was exactly one year ago today. I was struck then and now by how influenced one of my favourite artists, Frida Kahlo, was byContinue reading “Our Lady of Guadalupe”
Full of colour, relics and reminders, it’s a whole different take on ‘where you go’ after you die. In Mexico it’s rather like moving to a new address. You might even still get your mail…
We were in Huatulco, a resort on the Mexican Riviera created for tourists and other holiday-makers, a rather dreadful over-priced, over slick main drag with too many restaurants and hawkers and really, despite the perfection of the location, quite awful. We hired a taxi and told him we weren’t interested in any of his toursContinue reading “Occupation: dead person”