Below is our hotel. The first picture is of a sitting area on the balcony, which was surrounded by rooms and looked down on the restaurant in the courtyard. The building was probably around 350 years old.
My office, where I could do internet, on another section of the balcony. The walls, four feet thick, were too fat to allow a wifi signal into our room.
A marimba in the restaurant just below the stairs where we walked to go out to the street. The hotel was very pretty, but the first room we got had something backed up in the bathroom and the smell was so bad that we were driven out, the second room we were given was dark and small, but the third room was spacious, airy, and sweet smelling.
Ice cream salespeople.
The ELZN (Subcommandante Marcos's revolutionary army) isn't active right now in San Cristobal, but the tensions and the problems in the countryside still exist.
Building detail.
The bandstand in the Zocolo.
I don't know who is represented here, but I don't think he's liked.
There was lots of tagging of walls in San Cristobal. I think that it's more worldly than the Yucatan and subject to worldly ills.
The people here have the greatest faces, but it's not easy to get photos of the indigenous people. Often they dislike being photographed and are antagonistic if you try. I didn't. If you want to view pictures of the various Indian people who populate these mountains, you should google them. There are good portraits on-line, but I'm sorry that I don't have any.
The bulletin board in the Zocolo listing events and giving information.
