It was hot in Guadalajara this past week. Warm and sticky. Walking the long pedestrian plazas before the Orozco-adorned Hospicio Cabañas on Sunday afternoon, we found that the fountain pools were being used by tapatios for bathing purposes.
Crowds of people, mostly kids, happily took a dip in the fountains, without a single police officer or municipal authority in sight. Hygiene be damned. It felt like an oasis, a paradise of urban anarchy.
