There I was in Mexico City, having a great time on my way back to the Palacio De Bellas Artes for the Cartier-Bresson exhibition.
When I got there, I was surprised to be allowed to photograph inside the show. I spent hours there, pouring over some three hundred of the works of this master of street photography who was also a leader in photo journalism. And a film maker. Altogether a thrilling, satisfying and educational showing.
An added pleasure was seeing a large and diverse crowd so deeply involved.
Afterward, I had strolled through Chinatown
Past the locksmith, a real Peter O’Toole look-alike,
(To be continued)