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Puebla Revisited November 2009

Puebla is growing on me!  This is the third visit this year and each time, it is a new discovery, a new food to savor, and a return to favorite spots.  I am traveling with my sister who lives in the Bay Area and this is her first visit to Puebla, so I get to play tour guide!  I arranged our stay at Camino Real Puebla, booking online using HotelsDotCom.  The rack rate is about $250 USD per night and we paid approximately $85 per night based on a 13.1 exchange rate.  This hotel is a former convent located two blocks from the zocalo and around the corner from my favorite restaurant El Mural de los Poblanos.  We have a lovely room that was likely a cell for nuns who occupied the 17th century space.  The décor is colonial with elements of the baroque.  The breakfast is an exceptional buffet.  This morning we had egg white omelets made to order stuffed with huitlachotle (mushrooms and organic corn) and cheese, fresh papaya, guava and orange juice mixed, delicious aromatic coffee,  chilaquiles with salsas verde and rojo, fork tender roasted pork, and black beans.  We started at 9 am and didn’t finish until close to 11 a.m.   Thank goodness this was going to be a walking day, and it turned out that we didn’t sit down to dinner until 5:30 p.m.

After visiting the Museo Amparo, that had an extensive exhibit on performance and political art, strong enough to bring us both to tears (artists expressing themselves about the disappeareds in Chile and Argentina, or the AIDS epidemic, or the environmental degradation of our planet), we hopped a cab needing lighter fare and made our way to Uriarte Talavera.  This was after we had spent a goodly amount of time ogling the beautiful work in Talavera de la Reyna shop that is part of the Museo Amparo.  Next, a taxi ride to the Exconvento Santa Rosa where the famed talavera kitchen is the last part of the hour-long guided tour.  The entry fee is 35 pesos each, and one cannot meander alone or take photos.  Today, our guide only spoke Spanish, so I’m not sure what would have happened if our understanding was more limited.

The Dominican nuns sequestered there in the 17th century took vows of silence and participated in the rituals of mortification of the flesh.  The superior slept on a wood platform without a mattress dressed in heavy, rough homespun wool year round, and wore a crown of thorns during the day.  Life was interesting then.

Then, we hailed a cab to the area near the new convention center.  Our destination was La Purificadora hotel and restaurant, designed by the famed Mexico City architect Legoretta.  This is a stunning contemporary space amidst historic Renaissance and Baroque buildings, a punctuation mark in spectacular city resplendent in Moorish influences.  This is where we had a unique and innovative dinner:  a trio of appetizers that we shared – tiny squash blossoms stuffed with cheese and deep fried in tempura batter, octopus in a spicy tomato sauce on a homemade tortilla , and an organic mesclun salad with truffle oil dressing served with avocado, grilled tomato, and fresh grilled baby corn.  For the entrée, Barbara had this chef’s version of the same stewed goat in tomato broth that we had the night before at El Mural.  This version was definitely different.  (The great chefs in the city prepare this special dish, Huaxmole or Mole de Caderas, once a year in honor of an ancient pre-Hispanic tradition.)  My entrée with a sea bass steamed over corn husk, topped with onion slivers, chopped red pepper, fresh nopal cactus, and spinach bits.  The sauce was a golden delicate scent of fish broth and cream.

After all this, we decided to walk back in the chill of the evening, strolling in sisterly arm-in-arm, as you soon women do together in Mexican cities, comfortable in their relationship.  It was about ten blocks back to the zocalo and it was a perfect night for strolling, brisk, cool, a bit breezy.  Lots of people were on the street and we felt no sense of being at risk.  Tomorrow morning, we will get up early, take the bus to Oaxaca for our final evening in Mexico before flying home on Saturday.

10 Puebla Favorites:

  1. Talavera de la Reyna (Museo Amparo or fabrica/factory in Cholula)
  2. Ex Convento Santa Rosa and the Talavera tile kitchen
  3. El Mural de los Poblanos restaurant
  4. El Camino Real Hotel
  5. La Purificadora Restaurant
  6. Talavera Uriarte
  7. Talavera Armando (request DO4 only)
  8. Strolling Cinco de Mayo
  9. Everything in the Zocalo, including the Templo Angelopolis
  10. Capilla de la Virgen del Rosario (incredible gold leaf and Talavera)

Puebla Shopping: Avenida de Camotes

On Calle 6 Oriente between 4 Norte and 5 de Mayo is one of my favorite streets in the world, lined with candy shops that also sell extraordinary talavera ceramics.  This is not ordinary candy.  It is made from the pulp of sweet potatoes and take on a multitude of shapes and flavors.  The best shop, Dulce Sta. Clara de Lirio, is in the second block from 5 de Mayo going toward the outskirts of town in the direction of the talavera market street.  The camotes here are made on the premises and people come from Mexico City especially to buy.  It is owned by a beautiful, aging couple who look to be quintessentially regal and the sweets are delicious.

I am on the hunt to find the shop where I purchased four beautiful hand painted talavera ceramic DO4 mugs made by Virgilio Perez last December.  In and out of shops, I have a visual image of the space, and finally find it several store fronts down from Lirio.  It is called La Flor de Santa Clara.  There is an abundant selection of mugs and Stephen and I choose four more.  The cost is $140 pesos each (which converts to $10.60 each).  I ask for a discount; they offer $520 pesos for the four; I counter with $500 pesos for all or $38 USD, and the deal is accepted.

We stop at Hotel Royalty sidewalk cafe on the Zocalo for drinks and a light supper snack before heading back to the hotel.  Couples and families stroll.  Balloon vendors entice children.  A thrill for the toddlers are the young men who blow big soap suds bubbles as the children run to capture translucent balls and squeeze them before they hit the ground to disappear. Lovers sit on the ancient wall bordering the Church of the Angels, snatching kisses. We walk hand in hand back to Camino Real Puebla as the magic hour between afternoon and sunset descends.

Stephen with Camotes

Stephen with Camotes

Photos on this page by Stephen Hawthorne and Norma Hawthorne