Xilitla. Part 2.

A great thing about the gardens was that the buildings were open to walk about on. There were no handrails, no tape to stand behind and no sculptures behind perspex panels.

It wasn’t like the buildings weren’t being maintained, there was one that was under repair so was closed to visitors:

Temporarily closed to the public, so I guess that means it used to be OK to climb those stairs.

Others had signs suggesting maximum numbers of people to walk up to the second storey at once.

The concrete did look pretty thin in places.

But mostly it was just trusted that the buildings would stand up to their intended use and that if anyone did anything stupid, and stepped off a wonky staircase, it was their own responsibility.

We are pleased to report no injuries or damage to the sculptures as a result of our day of exploring.

It was getting late in the day by the time that we discovered this enticing sign:

Not sure what the necessary precautions are, but bring on the meandering.

We were interested to find that the gardens did indeed continue after this point:

It was probably a good thing that it was late in the day, because it was very tempting to just keep going to see what else was hidden in the jungle further and further up the increasingly unkempt trails.

It seemed like only and instant before we had whiled away an entire day in this millionaire’s surrealist Garden of Eden. We might not have the means to build our own million dollar surrealist sculpture garden, but we are still lucky enough to travel half-way around the world to enjoy someone else’s. We’re happy with that.