Sunday afternoon we went to the National Orchestra for an Homage to Octavio Paz at Belles Artes. Belles Artes is the massive Palace of Fine Arts, whose interior recalls a finer time of the last century. Singing and commissioned symphonic works proved difficult to sit through on five hours of sleep. Not to mention that our seats on the second balcony were in the front row and lacked all but enough space for our legs. The opera star, the forty person choir, the black tied orchestra, all trappings of the immense cultural life that Mexico sustains. We left at the intermission unable to enjoy it because we were so tired.
On my way to Belles Artes I had noticed people in PRD yellow (the main leftist opposition party) massing everywhere, streaming toward the Zocalo. As we came out of Belles Artes thousands upon thousands upon thousands of people were streaming past. We started toward the Zocalo but were stopped by the sight of the road filled with tens of thousands of people walking. The eight blocks you could see back to the Zocalo were totally filled with people. The movement in defense of Petroleum and the PRD had massed 200,000+ people in the Zocalo against Calderon's plan to privatize PEMEX.
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