An American Abroad

Out and About in Coyoacán

My visits to the homes of Frida Kahlo and León Trotsky led me to believe me that the neighborhood of Coyoacán had much more to offer than just those two attractions. Though I hadn’t seen much of Mexico City, I impulsively decided that if I was ever to move there, Coyoacán would be the neighborhood I’d call home.

There were many blocks of well-kept but modest homes, usually set right beside each other with no alleys in between. Then there were occasional whimsical and extravagant structures that made me think, “wow, I’ve never seen anything like THAT before.”

I also found myself looking at smaller points of architectural interest, features that give otherwise-ordinary houses a certain character and charm.

Coyoacán is a real neighborhood, not merely an urban census tract. It was an independent municipality for over 300 years before it was merged into the urban sprawl of Mexico City. It’s a barrio of tree-lined streets where people raise families and walk to school. I got a lot of smiles, holas, and buen dias from the residents there.

Every other corner seemed to have a café, a bodega or a neighborhood bar.

I couldn’t quite work out what was going on with these dressers that were neatly stacked on the street behind a truck, as if on display for sale. No one seemed to be attending them. If they were part of a sidewalk furniture store, it’s pretty cool that the proprietors feel safe leaving their inventory out on the street.

In contrast to some of the other residential areas I saw on this trip, Coyoacán is very colorful.

The commercial district features a large indoor food market, a central plaza (Plaza Hidalgo) with a circular bandstand, a crafts market that caters to the thousands of tourists that visit every weekend, and a lovely park. On the day I visited, there was an art exhibition going on in the park. This dancer and the two musicians (guitarist and percussionist/singer) with her were splendid.

I didn’t see a lot of street art in the area. Maybe the people who live there don’t let their properties get run down to the point where graffiti is actually an improvement. However, I did see this nicely-done piece in the commercial district near the market.

I later learned that I’m not alone in thinking that Coyoacán would be a great place to live. In 2005, it was listed by the Project for Public Spaces as one of the best urban spaces to live in North America. I’m happy with my job and home in Puerto Rico, but if that ever changes and the right opportunity arose, I’d relocate there in an instant.

With Frida Kahlo at Casa Azul

High on my to-see list for Mexico City was visiting the Frida Kahlo Museum, otherwise known as Casa Azul. So after a very few hours of sleep following my late-night arrival in town, I took a taxi there.

The museum is located in the residential neighborhood of Coyoacán in the house where Kahlo and Diego Rivera lived. It’s not very large and at 10:00 on a Saturday morning there were already close to 400 people in line to get in. Fortunately, I had purchased tickets in advance and was able to get in after waiting only about twenty minutes.

Although the museum includes some of Kahlo’s paintings and drawings, it was more a museum of her life than a display of her life’s work. In almost every room there were reminders of both the physical suffering and disabilities she endured as well as the joy she took in life itself.

Though I knew she was badly injured in a bus accident when she was a teenager, I was unaware that she contracted polio when she was just six years old. Seeing her wheelchair in her bright, airy studio reminded me of my own childhood.

My father had polio. He walked unassisted with a heavy limp, then used a cane and eventually a wheelchair. I could well imagine what Kahlo’s home life might have been like.

There were other reminders of Kahlo’s lifelong suffering scattered through the house, including this painting she did of herself at the Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit, Michigan following a miscarriage.

Even her paintings that weren’t obviously medical explored the hidden interstices within the body.

But Kahlo seems to have embraced love and joy as fervently as she embraced her pain. This is probably one of the factors in her popularity.

You can find Frida Kahlo’s image and images on all manner of merch all over the world today. A year ago I went to a crafts fair in San Juan where there was a vendor who ONLY sold such stuff; I bought a couple of pillowcases from her. Frida is a money-making industry. So it’s quite ironic that in her lifetime she was a through-and-through communist and had photos of Marx, Lenin, Mao, and Stalin hanging in her bedroom. She was not at all reticent in her politics.


She was a near-neighbor of Leon Trotsky, who lived about three blocks away. This photo of them together was hanging in her house.

There was one didactic painting she did that tied her chronic health problems to the hope that the prospect of a communist revolution inspired. “Marxism Will Give Health to the Sick,” it said. So the personal and political combined within her.

Other photos of her show the more playful, sensual side of her personality.

The courtyard of Casa Azul is a beautiful space, full of trees, plants, and ponds. There was a sweet photo of Diego Rivera sleeping on one of the stone benches there. I declined the opportunity to do that myself and instead opted for this memory photo.

I have seen exhibitions of Frida Kahlo’s work, most notably the Detroit Institute for the Arts’ 2015 exhibition entitled “Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo in Detroit.” I have pored over books of her art. I have imbibed her image as a pop culture icon. Seeing her home, though, gave me a more complete understanding of the woman herself. It was the high point of my visit to Mexico City.