Frida's house...

Sticking to our budget, we left the bazaar empty-handed.  We found our driver fast asleep in the car, literally parked halfway onto the street, blocking traffic.  I guess the parking stripes in Mexico are optional.

With a few sound taps on the window, we roused Pedro from his siesta and headed to Frida Kahlo's house and museum, appropriately named La Casa Azul.

We asked Pedro to get a shot of Trish and I in front of Kahlo's house but somehow he managed to completely frame us out of the shot.  Not even a cut off head or anything.  Weird.

Kahlo's childhood home (and were she also returned to live before her death) has been converted into a museum dedicated to her life and work.  Some of the rooms have been converted into galleries, but many rooms have been left intact including her studio.

Girlfriend definitely had a dark side.  Above is a sculpture Kahlo created of herself, complete with unibrow, back brace and bloody distorted legs (she suffered from childhood polio, so her right leg never fully developed).  This life-sized daily reminder of Kahlo's every physical flaw hangs in her bedroom.  What a delightful sight to wake up to every morning.  No wonder she suffered from depression.

Who's that handsome devil?  Oh, it's just me hanging out in the house's central courtyard.  The world would be a much happier place if more houses were painted bright blue.

It turned out that during our visit Vogue was sponsoring a special exhibition - Las Apariencias Engañan: los Vestidos de Frida Kahlo (Smoke and Mirrors: The Dresses of Frida Kahlo).

No, these aren't medieval torture devices.  These are a sampling of the various braces and corsets Kahlo needed to help support her back after a trolley accident left her with a broken spinal column.

Childhood polio left Kahlo with an underdeveloped right leg so she had her shoes built up so that her legs would match.  Miss Thing had a serious streak of bad luck when it came to her health.  I guess suffering really does create great art.

Some of Kahlo's signature frocks on display.

Straight out of an S&M catalog, this outfit was designed by Jean Paul Gaultier and inspired by Kahlo.

These fancy frocks, also inspired by Kahlo, are Givenchy originals.

All that art and shopping sure works up the appetite.  I usually keep a wide berth of Western fast food chains while in a foreign country, but the signage outside Burger King for the King Dog both disgusted and fascinated me so I had no choice but to stop in for a sample.

All hail the flatulence-inducing power of the King Dog!  Ketchup, mustard, fried onions and cheese on a sesame seed bun.  

After a brief siesta in our hotel room bathroom it was time to head to bed.  Tomorrow is our last full day in Mexico and we've booked a private guide to take us to the ancient pyramids first thing in the morning.