Today I had the full day to myself. I made an early start to the Museo y Casa de Diego Rivera. It's the house Diego and his family lived in for the first five years of his life before moving to Mexico City. They've restored his house beautifully on the first floor, the middle floor shows his works and the top floor displays the work of other artists. The middle aged man guiding people to each floor pointed to my hair, kissed his fingers and said 'guapa'. It appears people from all walks of life like the new 'do.
I took the funicular up the mountain to a museum I'm not sure for what. I attempted to view it but it was one of those interactive ones where the dummies come to life with audio tapes. Most of it was in the dark so I couldn't make heads or tails of it. But the view from the top of the mountain was worth the visit. I took lots of photos of the coloured houses down below.
I spent a few hours in the afternoon sitting in the park eating ice cream and people watching.
I've noticed Mexicans like their depressing English music. Morrissey and Depeche Mode appear to be favourites played in stores and cafes. I've heard Depeche Mode's "Enjoy The Silence" twice in one week.