The above remarks refer to the Mexicans, not to the Indians, who, as far
as they can, live the lives their ancestors lived four centuries back,
mingling but not mixing with their half-bred Spanish masters. The
Mexican Indians are probably among the dirtiest people on God's earth,
with possibly an exception in favour of the Yahgans of Tierra del Fuego,
the Eskimos, and thirty years ago in favour of the now extinct
Tasmanians. But the average Mexican, too, has the Spanish horror of
water, and though he will keep up appearances like a schoolboy who
washes down to where his Eton collar comes, he will shirk more serious
ablutions whenever possible. The profuse use of scents, especially among
men, is always a suspicious sign, and this is not lacking in Mexico. The
disregard of the people for bodily cleanliness is only matched by their
contempt for those elaborate sanitary arrangements which in most
European countries have done so much to make it possible for us
miserable mortals to forget the humiliating physical necessities of our
daily lives. Throughout the capital there are no public conveniences. An
indignant apologist for Mexico declared to us on the steamer coming home
that urinals did exist in the plaza near the cathedral. All we can say
is that we did not see them. An English friend of ours, far from his
hotel and in temporary distress, approached a passing Mexican señor with
the question, "_Donde es el escusado?_" To his dismay he was told that
there was no such place, but was courteously invited to the stranger's
house, in the course of his visit passing through the sitting-room,
where the wife and young daughters sat at needlework. All over the city
are the drinking-shops (_pulquerias_) where the beloved pulque is served
all day to a jostling, elbowing crowd of tight-trousered and bespurred
vaqueros (cowboys) and of the Mexican-cum-Indian city riff-raff who
stand round the filthy counters. The floor is usually earth, and the
corners of the shop are used by the customers to relieve themselves,
without a murmur from the publican or the slightest protest from any
one.
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