Calle Canal is the primary street running east and west through uptown. If one follows it to the west, it flattens at the point it crosses the “river” and becomes Calzada de la Estacion. The station to which the name of the street refers is the old train station situated at the termination of that street to the west. The bus station also happens to be located on this street.
back to the east up Calle Canal.
I walked along Calzada de la Estacion on Sunday. This entry will consist of a little sight seeing tour along the calzada. Nothing extraordinary here. Only little things that I enjoy looking at. The good, the bad, and the ugly, if you will.
For some reason I became fascinated with the design of the second stories of some of the buildings along that street.
There are a lot of little bustling businesses along the calzada. This is a pharmacy located in an appealingly neat little building.
A street scene. The Sabbath does not slow down commerce a bit.
I liked this street garden featuring a shrine to the Virgin of Guadalupe. The forthcoming weekend is a big one for the virgin.
Stockyards are there with mostly pigs in the pen. However, this one bull held court there, too.
The second floor of this building on the right is an open air restaurant.
Sunday is wash day. The Mexican family women are so busy during the week that apparently Sunday is the day on which they can find the time to do laundry. The property on which the poorer looking establishment sits abuts the open sewer.
The open sewer runs under the calzada.
This is the interior of an abandoned building as seen through the front door, some prime commercial real estate that you might be interested in.
Street snacks run the gamut. I purchased a bag of garbanzos, or chickpeas, over which the vendor squirted lemon juice. The Mexican people are big believers that lemon juice on food kills bacteria. He also offered to sprinkle on some powdered chilis that can tear your ass up. I opted out of that.
La Mexicana is a softie. This little old lady's extreme difficulty ambulating is complicated by untreated glaucoma, which renders her nearly blind. La Mexicana gave her my damned bottle of strawberry flavored Peñafiel sparkling water, which I happen to love, and some money. I suppose La Mexicana will not be too happy if she sees these pictures posted here, but perhaps they will slip by if I put them at the end. Still, this is an example of the social safety net in México at work.