San Cristóbal de las Casas
Dec. 26th, 2014 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogA few pictures of San Cristóbal de las Casas again. It was a pretty town.
A handful more, including a poster advertising what looks like some kind of art project by a lesbian collective,
This mysterious-looking religious building kept catching my attention. I never did go over and look at it close up. I was mostly too happy to be at the hotel. This is indicative of how miserable I was most of the trip, I'm afraid. I'll write about it more later, but there is nearly nothing I like more than walking through a new city, exploring and photographing. Instead I spent the entire first day in town skulking in the hotel like a frightened cat. Yes, definitely less like a scared puppy in this case, and more like a frightened cat. I I just wanted to be somewhere with running water and a bed.
Speaking of our hotel....
I took most of these photos out the windows or from the rooftop balcony of the hotel. As always, I was fascinated by the infrastructure. The pervasiveness of these plastic tanks intrigued me. Every building had at least one. Many had more.
Peter and Susan, our guides from Schools for Chiapas, took the group of us out to buy posh from "the Posh Lady," a street vendor they had an acquaintance with. Posh is a (strongly, I gather) alcoholic drink homebrew drink made from sugarcane. Those who know me know how exciting this was for me. I did quite enjoy walking through some of the city at night on the way there.
These posters caught my eye as we walked and made me wonder about what LGBTQ culture and community must be like in cities like San Cristóbal.
A handful more, including a poster advertising what looks like some kind of art project by a lesbian collective,
This mysterious-looking religious building kept catching my attention. I never did go over and look at it close up. I was mostly too happy to be at the hotel. This is indicative of how miserable I was most of the trip, I'm afraid. I'll write about it more later, but there is nearly nothing I like more than walking through a new city, exploring and photographing. Instead I spent the entire first day in town skulking in the hotel like a frightened cat. Yes, definitely less like a scared puppy in this case, and more like a frightened cat. I I just wanted to be somewhere with running water and a bed.
Speaking of our hotel....
I took most of these photos out the windows or from the rooftop balcony of the hotel. As always, I was fascinated by the infrastructure. The pervasiveness of these plastic tanks intrigued me. Every building had at least one. Many had more.
Peter and Susan, our guides from Schools for Chiapas, took the group of us out to buy posh from "the Posh Lady," a street vendor they had an acquaintance with. Posh is a (strongly, I gather) alcoholic drink homebrew drink made from sugarcane. Those who know me know how exciting this was for me. I did quite enjoy walking through some of the city at night on the way there.
These posters caught my eye as we walked and made me wonder about what LGBTQ culture and community must be like in cities like San Cristóbal.
