Merida,
historically, the cultural capital of the Yucatan Peninsula
24 Julio
2015
Campeche to Merida, Yucatan |
Travelling
northeast across the flat plains of the Yucatan Peninsula, the land gradually
changes from agricultural to scrub brush, generally quite dense about 10 to 15
feet tall. The smaller farms are lined with rock walls after the rocks were
cleared to find enough soil for marginal crops. On arriving into Merida, the
colonial past is apparent everywhere, but while Campeche had its wall to scribe
a line between old and new, the transition in Merida is more of a blend. This
may account for more old buildings being left abandoned, often with only the
crumbling, beautiful old facades still standing.
Government offices and Cathedral on the Plaza |
One of the courtyards at Alvarez Guest House |
Yucatecan
food is delicious and quite different in its preparation than most of Mexico’s
food with the Chaya dishes a must try.
A horse drawn carriage with its own horse umbrella |
A unique
aspect of Merida is the number of horse drawn carriages that ply the streets of
the city center, particularly in the cooler evenings. Although the streets are
narrow and motorcycles and supersized buses work their way around the
carriages, the small statured horses seem completely at ease with the traffic
carrying their tourist cargo into the night. Fortunately, Merida, like many
other colonial cities with narrow streets relies heavily on one way streets to
maintain the traffic flow. There is also an interesting street numbering system
with the odd numbered streets running east west and the even numbered streets
running north south. In Meida’s case, the central square is bounded by Calle 61
and Calle 63 on the north and south and Calle 60 and Calle 62 on the east and
west. When you get an address, the street number and the cross streets are most
important because building numbers are just sequential and have no relation to
the block you are in. Strange compared to our numbering that is based on
blocks, but very effective.
Colonnades on the Plaza |
We, as
usual, walked our obligatory 110 miles a day, seeing numerous churches, museums
and presentations. Only Englishwomen and
mad dogs go out in the noonday sun and we know where that leaves me!
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