Author: paulandanthony
We're recently early retired from long and exhausting careers in Brand Design Strategy and TV Producing / Writing. After two long years of being trapped by COVID in our home town of Sydney Australia, we're ready to unfurl our wings and fly off on new adventures that will take us first up to Far North Queensland then the UK and Mexico - revisiting favourite places we haven't been to in over 30 years. Now living in Far North Queensland, Australia.
Casa Ellis y Morgan
Our home away from home in Oaxaca for 3 weeks – our casa and our colourful hood. As I’ve mentioned before we quite inadvertently arrived in the midst of the build-up to the Guelaguetza festival – which is meant supposedly to focus on the last two Mondays in July – the Mondays of fierce regional…
Land of the Seven Moles
Would you believe that UNESCO honoured Oaxaca for its Intangible Cultural Heritage to Humanity solely for its food! There are food stands and hawkers everywhere here, in places whole laneways are packed with locals munching on a dizzying array of delicious looking snacks, cooked in situ – some perhaps more delicious looking than others… Chapulines…
Oaxaca, City of Music
Oaxaca has to be one of the most intoxicating places we’ve ever been. Alive with intense vivid colours and vibrant live music. I guess it helps to be here during Guelaguetza, or Los Lunes del Cerro (Mondays on the Hill), an annual indigenous cultural festival held on the last two Mondays of July and bringing…
Lost in the Mercado La Merced
It’s easy to get lost in Merced, the largest of Mexico City’s markets and its commercial hub since the 17th Century. There are countless twisting and confusing passageways densely packed with whatever is the specialty of that particular corner – we plunged into one narrow alley and entered the artificial flower section which led, not entirely…
Museo Soumaya
“It’s like fishes” said our taxi driver as we lurched along the clogged arteries of downtown Mexico City. “Is your name Gomez?” asked Anthony, looking at his license plate. “No. Victor. Gomez is my last name.” “Are you brothers?” “Yeah, that’s right. Brothers.” And on we travelled to the Museo Soumaya – which does indeed…
Juarez – Our hood for a week
It’s not difficult pretending to be a local in Juarez when the neighbourhood you’ve lucked into is so well appointed and welcoming. We’re in a loft on Havre, the heart of what’s called the Zona Rosa where all of the streets are named after European cities – Londres, Hamburgo, Niza, Florencia, Marsella, Varsovia, Liverpool….to name…
The cult of Kahlo – Out and about in Coyoacan
The omnipresent Frida. We naively thought we could saunter up, buy a ticket and wander around Casa Azul on a quiet Tuesday morning, surely it wouldn’t be that busy. However, the cult of Kahlo is alive and well, where the queue to buy a ticket went around the block (and some) – and the queue…
Travels With My Ant 