Our main goal was the remains of the Indian cultures; but in Mexico City there was a lot of Western-Christianity surrounding us during our first steps. We sneaked inside some of that. On the Zócalo was a huge cathedral: The Metropolitan Cathedral. I liked the cars in front of the right entrance. Inside more gold than heaven can bear.
Above, The Antigua Basilica of Guadalupe in the rain. It was sad anyway, because it was replaced by a modern one. At first glance I didn’t recognize it as a church. Then I had this funny form-association with the intake of a vacuum cleaner; hoovering the souls straight into heaven.
Inside it was quite dark and crowded.
The Virgin of Guadalupe is the ‘non-mother’ of this church and she did some pretty amazing healing in her days. Above the high altar hangs an icon-like painting of her behind bullet-proof glass. Downstairs was a small assembly line, which led me quietly along the Virgin while I took a shot.
Finally our first Aztec-meeting. The ruins of the Templo Mayor, that used to be one of the main temples of the Aztecs in their capital city of Tenochtitlan, as Mexico City was named in those days.