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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.


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March 01, 2013


I love the smile of the girl in blue :) (And I'm having a great time following you on your trip!)

Oh, I needed that today, with March coming in like a snow leopard. Like two or three snow leopards! I especially love the rosy courtyard--would like to sit there, watching the world slide by.

I love these descriptions and these images. Thank you, dear Beth, for bringing us along for the ride!

OH. Had I really thought I would not want to travel again? You are changing my mind, Beth. Is Jonathan taking photos also? How are communications in Spanish? Do you meet people?

How nice of you to share this with us, Beth. I needed that shot of coral and ochre.

Looks like you found the color you were craving. I can smell those tortillas from here. :-)

Really interesting to read about your Mexico stay: all we hear in the news about the place concerns drug gangs. It's a nice surprise that you can wander round the streets and go to museums etc.

Thank you, all of you, for reading and for letting me know you are there! More tomorrow...

So wonderful. And to think I too will soon be there! Funny, it is so bright, and Lima, another megacity south of the border, is drab as can be. It's the climate there, of perpetual overcast.

Great to have your first impressions, Beth. I recognise and remember the light, the colour, the hustle and the warmth, the whole Mexican ambiente from your words and pictures.

Thanks for this post. It brings back memories.Mexico City is one of those places where i like to get up early and walk the streets as the city awakens

Goodness, Mexico...
I once sponsored a child there, he was a cheeky little chap, under-nourished and sickly. His parents removed him from the umbrella of my care after a fight with the sponsorship programme.
I digress, I am always startled to see such shiny modernity in places far-away, silly of me, perhaps I cling to the hope that the world will not become a mono-culture and that each place will retain its own character? Is that why I smiled at the pictures of the gardens and painted houses and the people, or is it because they seem more human compared to those shiny, glass towers?

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