Puebla had me at hello. Oh how I cursed countless times the first hour of our meeting. And the next… And the next.
Have you felt the same way with some place depressingly beautiful?
Been a long time coming. But it seems today is the day that I speak of a ciudad that I hold dear in my heart. Today because it’s Cinco De Mayo (fifth of May). A patriotic holiday that commemorates the implausible victory of the badass Mexican army over French troops at the Batalla de Puebla (Battle Of Puebla) on May 5, 1862. In the United States, it’s a shindig wherein Mexicans celebrate their ancestry and culture.
My longing, however, dissipated faster than you can say Cuetlaxcoapan (area where the city was founded in the 16th century) the more we inched through the tiled streets. Truth is, we didn’t want to be anywhere else. The hubby and I soaked in the merry atmosphere. I know our toddler Luna did too.
So I resulted to cursing.
The historic center of Puebla is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. And that says a whole darn lot about its colonial mansions, old monasteries and churches. When I think of the city, I remember how all things are beautiful. Let me count some of the ways.
As with most sightseeing itineraries I constructed, our start line in Puebla was a museum. Museo Amparo is housed in two linked colonial-era buildings, which were formerly called Hospitalario for the obvious reason that they once served as a hospital.
Free admission on Mondays.
Teatro Principal de Puebla
Avenida Cinco De Mayo
In a restaurant named Fonda De Sta. Clara, we had a dish of chicken mole poblano that made us weak in the knees. And let me tell you, we gobbled quite a lot of different moles (sauces).
Also in Puebla, the hubby found his fave restaurant in Mexico. Budget-friendly Las Ranas, whose divine al pastor‘s to die for, is considered a local institution. I wanna cry just thinking about their tacos and the whole shebang on the resto’s menu.
Oh those buildings I ran out of adjectives for!
I know, I already mentioned that.
So after all that’s been said and shown, I reckon you could easily fathom why Puebla is one of my favorite cities in the world. Because seriously, I got nothing more to utter but profanity.
Round-The-World Trip 2011-2012, Ola Mexico:
Teotihuacan, Mexico: Where Gods Were Born… And Where We Lost Our Pram
Morisco Kiosk And Museo Del Instituto De Geologia De La UNAM
Photo Essay: National Museum of Anthropology, Mexico City
Metropolitan Cathedral Of The Assumption of Mary, Ciudad De Mexico
Jade Guesthouse, Mexico City
Prospero Ano Nuevo