On Thursday I went to Xochimilco, one of the southernmost districts within the Mexico City limits. It took me about an hour and a half to get there... first by Metrobus, then Line 2 of the subway all the way to its terminus, and then on the Light Rail which heads all the way to Xochimilco.
Xochimilco in pre-Hispanic times was a separate city and remained so up until the 20th century when it was absorbed into Mexico City. However, the district still maintains the feel of small-town Mexico. It seems removed from the metropolis of which it is a part.
Xochimilco is best known for its so-called "Floating Gardens". In pre-Hispanic times, most of the Valley of Mexico was covered by a series of shallow lakes. The inhabitants would build "chinampas", rafts covered with soil on which to farm. These "floating gardens" became rooted to the lake bottom, forming a network of islands separated by canals. Xochimilco is the last remaining area of canals and "chinampas" in the Valley of Mexico. The "chinampas" continue to be used for agricultural purposes. Today the "Floating Gardens" are a popular spot for Mexico City residents (and tourists) to go for a weekend outing. They rent one of the colorfully decorated, flat-bottomed boats called "trajineras", and the boatmen navigate the boats through the canals. The atmosphere is festive, even raucous, as boatloads of mariachis and food and drink vendors ply their way amid the weekend revelers.
I have been to the "Floating Gardens" several times, but I have never explored the historic center of Xochimilco. That was my purpose for taking the long ride to the south.
I walked several blocks from the Light Rail station to the central plaza. Along the way I passed this interesting church, the Chapel of Our Lady of the Rosary, which was buillt in the 18th century.
As in many places in Mexico (and, I guess, around the world) there are large letters spelling out "Xochimilco" for a photo op.
This monument honors Cuauhtémoc, the last of the Aztec emperors. Next to the bust is a poem which begins, "You are a living symbol of the fighting bronze race, you did not bend your neck before the weapons of the conqueror."
This is Scott, aka GringoPotpourri. I remember doing the same as you one Sunday and spent a long, sunny day walking around Xochimilco. I love its sprawling market, lively square (as usual, there was a festival going on when I visited), and lovely Church of San Bernardino de Siena.
ReplyDeleteA long journey, but a worthy one.
I definitely want to make some more trips to Xochimilco.
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