Well, nothing left to do but wander down the street and gawp at things. This is just a random selection of houses near the centro of Mérida. I like the ones left to weather the decades as much as the spanking painted ones. Patination is wholly underrated in the United States. That’s why most everything is plastic or powerwashed. But Mérida is a kind of paradise for me. Everything is real.
Roll up doors like that one are pretty rare, thankfully. Iron gates or wooden doors are the common thing.That’s about the only really big car I saw in town. It looked out of place on the slender streets.There is almost no way to tell what’s behind the facades. A house 8 feet wide might be 150-feet deep. Love the Juliet balcony, and Romeo’s little pickup truck.This terra cotta color is all the rage.Under this sun, yellows really stretch out and get some exercise.This house is really big, and quite elaborate inside. That tank you see up on the roof is the water supply. Some places have cisterns in the ground, but most have a tank on the roof like that one.Peach and red and 75 years of weather.Looks like a John Ford western set.There’s that golden yellow again. Mexico designates certain districts in a few towns as Barrios Mágicos, and sometimes everything gets painted golden yellow like that. It reminds me of the Centennial United States painting entire neighborhoods of New England homes white with green shutters.There’s plenty of Art Deco stuff in Merida.Poiple is common, too.And pank.The walls of a lot of the buildings are literally mortared rubble, and the rustications are applied as surface treatment.Powder blue looks great under the unrelenting sunshine.
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Day: April 13, 2024
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