The residents of DF have been giving plenty for the victims of the earthquake in Haiti. Either tinned goods and bottled waters, or their time and manpower in packing it. Trucks line up outside the Metropolitan Cathedral in the Zocalo, unloading and loading goods. Mexicans from DF have good reason to be generous. The picture on the right is one of many memorials to the massive 8.1 quake of 1985 that rocked this city and killed so many thousands of people. The final death toll from that tragedy will never been known. Everyone over the age of 30 has a story to tell from that December morning.
The photo below tells the story of Hotel Regis. It sat at one end of Alameda park, with Belles Artes sitting at the other. It came down during the quake, and then burned up due to a gas leak. Nothing bar a wall with a Rivera mural was left. Today it is a park, with the bust and plaque in the middle. If you’re wondering why I keep mentioning past earthquakes in Mexico City when there is such a terrible and present one in Haiti….that’s because the ‘E’ word always brings back both the reminders of the last big one here – and the next one.