For the Love of Art and a City

The air smelled slightly musty like it does when it has rained heavily recently, and will again in a few hours,  and with a hint of sage and pine, and  just a bit of a fall crispness feel (even though the sun shone through and beyond the shady tree-lined street). Aaah, perfect! Sporting my brand new batik print scarf, and with my Kindle tucked safely next to my walking directions and with a slight smile I cannot make go away, I headed out toward the Museo de Arte Moderno at the other end of Calle Reforma. En route I pass street musicians, bikers and joggers, the formal gardens that are everywhere in small patches here, and the art that is the architecture, statuary, and local storefronts of Mexico City.

Yeah, yeah, I know. But I just read "The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda", and I couldn't help myself. The language of love was in me.

"U" Really Got A Hold On Me

I love the fact the the European spelling of the word "cataloguing" with the "u" ever present is in full use in Mexico. You never see the more Americanized spelling of 'cataloging'. This brief library geek factoid message was brought to you in support of those who fight for quality cataloguing, skilled cataloguers, and bibliographic control everywhere. You know who you are.