After spending the morning appreciating art and satisfying our voyeuristic tendencies at casa Rivera, Trish and I decided to take a tourist break and engage in some retail therapy. Since all the travel guides raved about El Bazaar Sábado and since we happened to be in Mexico City on the one day during the week the market's open, we decided it must be destiny. We had our driver, Jeeves (not his real name, as I can't remember it), drive us to the cobble-stoned San Ángel neighborhood to pay a visit to this Saturday-only market that features traditional and upscale Mexican arts and crafts in a sprawling centralized shopping area. Think NYC street fair except with fine art rather than five-dollar pashminas and sunglasses.
We didn't take many pictures because the artists were really sensitive about having their paintings and artwork photographed. I wasn't about to take the chance of getting into some ugly confrontation that would end with me being hauled off by the police to become someone's prison bitch for the sake of a blog post. I'm not that committed.
With our travel budget tighter than spanx on a Kardashian, we headed straight to the most ghetto looking part of the market - a collection of rickety tables under an old tarp. I know you're not supposed to judge by appearances, but if there was a bargain to be had, it would certainly be here and not in the fancy shmanzy Spanish colonial villa next door.
Sadly, after a fairly uninspiring afternoon perusing the various booths (is there really any occasion where a brightly striped, Mexican poncho is appropriate?), we decided to just window shop and enjoy a taco in the central courtyard.
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| With the artist's back turned to us, I took the opportunity to snap a covert shot of the art-strewn walkways at El Bazaar Sábado. |
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| After slipping this little chiquita a couple pesos, she let us take her picture. She's about to throw a freshly pressed tortilla onto the grill for our dining pleasure. |
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| Seriously, a couple pesos can get you anything in Mexico. We paid our taco girl to take a picture of us from her vantage point. Below us are the bowls of yummy fixin's just waiting to set our intestines on fire. And speaking of food, who's that cute Mexican tamale hovering over my right shoulder? |
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| Delicious. I'm literally inhaling that beef taco. Notice the spicy, oily goodness dripping onto my plate. |
Though most of the fine art (sculpture, paintings and furniture) was gorgeous and comparatively affordable, it was still way out of our budget. We didn't leave empty handed, though. Trish did some impressive haggling with a jewelry vendor and made off with a couple of funky over-sized rings. And me? Just stuff a taco in me and I'm good.
On to Frida Kahlo's house!
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