Before going to the National Museum of Anthropology, I ran through a different section of Chapultepec Forest (aka the Central Park of Mexico City), where I enjoyed the wide, mostly-empty paths.
There were not too many runners on a weekday morning at 8:00 am.
Later that morning, I returned with Stephen to the museum, which is in a modern complex.
Inside, we toured through rooms and exhibits offering information about and artifacts from the many different pre-Columbian people who lived in different regions of Mexico. Even the most ancient cultures were attuned to the pleasure of hot gay statues.
These cultures without exception produced many great works of art. I thought about how, in two thousand years, the museum depicting our society would showcase ‘Below Deck’ and not much else.
The patterns from these artworks did not so much disappear as they did evolve into something still recognizable in the streets of the city.
Outside, we walked past a court for what was ominously described as ‘the ballgame,’ a sporting event that culminated in the death of at least some of the participants. The exact rules of play remain a mystery to me, however.
The grounds were filled with impressive examples of sculpture.
And residences.
And temples.
The modern architecture referenced these ancient structures.
We ate at the museum restaurant, which featured food from every region of the country.
As I enjoyed a salad of grilled pineapple, grapefruit, and spinach, I considered the question of exactly who had conquered whom.
