Morelia is a town
that shares the centuries old charm found in other "Colonial" towns
like
Guanahuato, Zacatecas and San Miguel, to name a few, but without being
inundated by middle class tourists and retired expats. It does however
have a distinctly international flare owing to the University, and the
students it draws from all over the world. It also is one of the best
places we had encountered so far for inexpensive hostel type lodging.
As a rule we don't typically stay at hostels because they can be a
little noisy, but more importantly because they usually are geared
toward the backpacker set, and because of this they don't normally have
parking for the cycles. The place that we found though had a clientele
more concerned with scholarship than partying, and a young staff who
trucked no nonsense and made every effort to help us with questions and
amenities. They also had a wide array of styles of accommodation, and
we were able to get our own room with private bath--a commodity not
always available at most hostels.
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Because of it being
an obviously identifiable landmark this bell tower at the University
served the international population well as a meeting place. The
University here is not a distinct and separate campus, rather it's
loosely knit group of buildings dotting the few blocks surrounding
Morelia's main square. It is similar to New York's NYU's location near
Washington Square or San Francisco's Academy of Art's proximity to
Union Square in that regard.
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Small
plazuelas in the streets
just off the main plaza house cafes that bustle with students during
the day, and attract locals and international tourists alike at night.
Morelia, while being one of the more cosmopolitan towns we have visited
on this trip, is without the "retirement community" element found in so
many of the other colonial towns that can detract from the distinctly
Mexican flavor.
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Like Zacatecas, part of the
city's old aqueduct remains if only as a decorative architectural
feature.
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Around the corner from the
aqueduct this centuries old structure is another of the University
buildings. I unfortunately found myself without a camera when we
visited this area after dark. Lights embedded in the sidewalk, like the
one at left below, cast fifty-foot tall shadows of passers-by that is
reminiscent of a scene from the Orson Welles movie of the 1940s "The
Third Man". A battalion of sweepers, like the one at right below, hit
the streets each day keeping the whole of the downtown spotless.
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