D.F. in the Fall

Today Senor Cortez and I walked the streets of D.F.  Not mean streets, maybe sometimes a little torn up, and teaming with people, La Gente, but familiar and welcoming.
We met Alvaro at the favorite coffee shop. Curtis was bringing him a flute. They met through a musical string selling transaction. It is good to have an international business.
We took the metro to The Condesa, an area I've not seen yet. The park there is large and green and quiet, opposite of the Centro Historico.
For breakfast we had real quesadillas with squash flower and mushroom. Real quesadillas are made with a hand patted maize flour patty then filled and deep fried. It was funny to compare the quesadilla that Alaska Airlines gave us in flight yesterday.... made with white flour tortilla filled with some amorphous bean, cheese, chicken, green pepper mixture. It is such a pleasure to eat authentic food, and for 13 pesos.

There is an art exhibit, of giant paper mache monsters on display near the Reforma. They are huge, colorful, fantastical and fun. We happened upon it after a lunch meeting with 2 musicians Curtis knows, again because of string sales... yeah Aquila U.S.A.! - which is the name of his business which sells Italian Nylgut (tm)  strings within the U.S., as well as on the internet globally.
Is it not a good time to live with global connections? If only the economics could be fair. The connections among peoples are so fascinating. Sergio, the violist at lunch, invited us to his recital at The Belles Artes this Saturday. Imagine, the government here pays musicians to hold periodic recitals free to the public.

In my dreams I live in a country which spends it's billions on funding artists to make music, or weird monsters for Halloween, or subsidized public transport (35 cents to ride the metro)  It is not my dream alone, I know. The resources are there, as Buckminster Fuller pointed out... it is only a matter of how they are allocated.

I watch other blogs and see lots of photos. I hope to post some, soon, but for now it is only words...
and as the BeeGees sang : It's only words, but words are all I have.... to take your heart away...."