Mexico -- Description and travel; United States -- Description and travel
Mr. Conway fetched me and Dick in his car at 9:00 A.M. and we drove out
to Tipositlan. It is about 40 kilometers away. It had been raining all
night and the roads were desperately slippery. We had to climb up a
small mountain and the road was not really a road, but a muddy torrent.
The car stuck. Dick delighted, he got out and climbed the mountain side
and picked wild flowers. To my surprise it did in time get out of the
mire and we climbed to the top, closely followed by a huge motor-lorry.
When we had descended the hill on the other side onto the flat road,
the lorry tried to race us, with the result that the driver was very
nearly jolted off the seat and the man next to the driver did actually
fall off! Such is the condition of the roads just outside the city area.
Arrived finally at Tepositlan we rambled all over the church, the
convent and the patios. It used to be a Jesuit Monastery; they were
planted there in order to educate and influence the Indian children.
They have within the last few years been expelled, leaving behind them
a really beautiful monument of church art. I have not seen anything
more beautiful in Italy. The façade of the church, the carvings, the
towers and domes, the surrounding wall, the avenue of cypress, the
gnarled olive trees, complete an exquisite exterior. Within there is a
church that is gold! Gold! Gold! but the gold is on carved wood and the
gold is old gold, so that what must have once been dazzling and vulgar,
is now mellow and beautiful. Then there are little inner chapels that
are gems of beauty, and a patio, sun-bathed, and full of orange trees
in fruit, cloister surrounded. The whole thing was an endless labyrinth
of real beauty.
We retired to the garden of Don Trinidad, a picturesque farmer, who
set a table for us to lunch under the largest fig tree I have ever
seen, our dessert being overhead, reachable by standing on a chair!
Always wherever one looks, whether in town or in country, there is
the background of mountain ranges that meets the eye. After lunch we
climbed to the topmost belfry.
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