Thursday Doors: Oops, On Friday

Has anyone not noticed that when Windows is upgraded, there is a deep collective moan of despair, whereas if you have an Apple upgrade coming, it is like waiting for Christmas? I spent the day yesterday fixing my computer I bought in Peru with a Spanish keyboard and operating system and Windows 10. Yes, well I didn’t fix it myself, I mostly watched as it was all done by a tech here in Oaxaca. Now I have an English operating system in Windows 7.

The only downside was I had my photo programs on the previous system, So now I have new programs and a new learning curve. So it took me a bit to prepare the new photos of doors I took this week here in Oaxaca, Mexico.

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Very busy carpenter shop in the neighborhood
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Hip little shop downtown
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Doors on a derelict building
I wonder what is behind these doors, and what was behind them in the distant past

Oaxaca Zocalo: Peoples´ Park

One of the first things you notice when you first arrive at Oaxaca’s Zocalo (town square, in Mexico) is the masses of tourists and hawkers. The bars and restaurants on two sides of the square fill up every night with visitors, either international or Mexican. As it is southern Mexico, and it is a bad time for the peso, the prices are cheap for travelers, and I suspect most even well off Oaxacans only come here to entertain visitors. You see travelers who could afford to travel thousands of miles bickering with vendors over the equivalent of a few cents. Sitting in one of the coveted front row seats in the cafes, you have to cope with constant hawkers and beggars.

The other two sides of the square tell a different tale. The cathedral, of course, anchors one side, and is surrounded by vendors and by locals walking with their friends or family, buying balloons and kids´toys, cotton candy and elote (roasted corn either on the cob, or scraped off into a cup, served with mayonnaise, cheese, chilé, and more chilé). It is time out for families, or gaggles of women friends and clutches of lovers.

On the last side squats the encampment of of striking teachers and other political resisters. The tarp city starts in the middle of the zocalo, anchors the side and spreads to 2 0r 3 streets to the north and east. Political activism in the south of Mexico, the states of Oaxaca and Chiapas, not coincidentally the poorest states, never really stops, and tolerance at least seem to prevail.

The zocalo is blessedly clear of international chains. The restaurants are local, and interspersed are shoe stores, a fabric shop, and an understocked grocery store. I was surprised to not see the controversial McDonalds that was in development when I was here in 2002. This was the same autumn that Rudy Giuliani was busy gentrifying Mexico City´s zocalo district and driving off the local street vendors in favor of the dozen or so Starbucks that now flank the historic district. But Oaxaca stood solid against the gentrifiers and chose to reject the McZocalo, as some called it.

And that is where the Oaxaca zocola differs from too many others. This is still the people´s space. While it at first feels too touristic, walking around you can feel how local it is. Oaxacans have pride of place, and this is a place to really be proud of.

A relaxed weekday morning
These toys are not for the tourists


Resistance encampment
Teacher’s camp







Elote Seller

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Entrances or Doors

Arches have a way of both being inviting and forbidding. The traditional homes of Arequipa, as well as the churches and some walkways, feature arches. These are 3 arches in Arequipa, Peru.

Archway to a private home


Arch entry to a covered walkway on the central square
Archway to enter the space in front of the Cathedral, marking out a sacred space