Mexico’s 200th Independence day is over. It was both a big deal…and yet not. For months, people anticipated all sorts of amazing celebrations. But, in the end, most events weren’t publicized until a week or two before the big day. Kind of like when everyone heard that Calderon had invited all these soldiers from Russia (among many non-Mexico countries) to march in a rather inexplicable military parade.
Living two blocks from Reforma–Mexico City’s most iconic street, and the scene of many Bicentenario events–I figured the whole neighborhood would transform. Not really the case. Sure there were crowds. And for a day or so, metal fences lined the sidewalks (causing a bit of a predicament when a bus let me off in the road and I had to scramble to get out of a car lane). But the loudest new presence in the neighborhood was the ever-present buzz of helicopters nearby. And with workers home for a few days, every street but Reforma felt eerily quite.
So yeah: party time.
All that said though, I enjoyed seeing lights explode from the amazing “El Angel de Independencia” structure. And I bought a Mexico-themed slap bracelet (slap bracelets! remember ’em!). And everyone stayed safe, which is the most important thing. That’s a cheesy thing to say in most cases. But not this one.
Image by Ruth Samuelson; onlookers watching a parade on Reforma pass by the Diana.