Spent the afternoon in Guadalajara today, starting at the original old town Plaza built by slaves, for the Spanish Conquistadors. (Never Forget!) What a wonderful experience!
This Circle celebrates the Independence. They fought the yoke by god, just as the US did and all other free breathing peoples of the world.
And the Cathedrals! Well, I never tire of looking at them, explore their architecture and marveling at their Faithful. From Mission San Juan Bautista to Berlin, Valladolid in Quintana Roo to Guadalajara, I never tire of exploring these magnificent creations.
Mine is not a wonder born of faith however, it is a wonder, rather, of the Faithful themselves. I took no inside photos this day, being Sabbath. I have respect you see and did not wish to disturb. But inside this cathedral is a 300 year old pipe organ toward which even the Angels themselves must harbor some tiny bit of jealousy.
Used to be the offices of Spanish Bastards, now a museum.
The stone in all the old buildings was hewn from the same volcanic stone comprising the cliffs in my previous post. This stuff looks for all the world like Bishop Tuff. I saw miles of it. Its fascinating.
Old downtown Guadalajara. A timeless city, old and new side by side.
Stunningly beautiful architecture and more of those same stone blocks.
The bronze mural down there at the foot of the building commemorates the Independencia.
But truthfully and sadly (at first) miles of Guadalajara look more like this than it does previous images. But that too is an honest look at Old Mexico.
Calle Independencia, Tlaquepaque (Cha lack eh pack eh), the Artists' District, world renowned for fine ceramics and pottery going back 400 years. They were firing clay pots here before the Spanish arrived!
This one is COOL, a ceramic of an artist making ceramics!
I am not educated enough in these fine arts to offer anything but the buffoon's observation, so I will let the camera speak for my admiration of this high art.
This one was notable... unadorned clay on the outside, highly decorated on the inside. The Opposita!
This was a rich man's house. Classic Spanish Colonial, with a central courtyard. 300 years old someone told us.
Stunningly beautiful tiles.
Witness the richness and attention to detail! I could have stayed in this house for hours.
The old colonial kitchen has been reworked into a Kitchen Art Museum all to itself. Around stone hearths and fire rings, and in kitchens too, just like this, the taco was born.
Simple, stunning beauty. It waters my eyes.
Can you guess what it is?
More cathedrals. This plaza sported 2 of them. Now I grew up in the U.S. South, the renowned Bible Belt and am well used to several old churches on the Town Square. Mine was a protestant upbringing and I loved savoring the similarities and differences alike. I love them both but have a particular fondness for La Plaza of the Mexican Catholics.
I fell in love with this Beauty.
Again Mass was in progress so I stayed outside. No use getting someone else killed for a bolt meant for me! Hah!
Up close. You can see the chisel marks of the quarrymen and masons, as well as the careful insertion of stones to save on concrete. It was pointed out to me Aztecs knew about concrete long before Europeans brought the Roman version here.
This statue is very cool.
And at its base, a photo I took in particular for Joann. I was thinking of you Joann when Pablo told me what it read - "I believe in my Culture." Amen brah.
Another shot of reality.
And just to remind you we are not in America anymore. Check out both advertisements with equal attention to detail, lol.
And more delightful architecture.
This one is a hotel. Wish we'd stayed THERE!
And back to the Plaza where we started. Pablo wanted to do more and I declined. So he helped me catch a cab and the last I saw my Chilean friend he was headed off in search of more Guadalajaran wonders.
Adios! Via con Dios.