Puebla: Experiencing The City Of Angels
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to experience Mexico outside the all-inclusive resorts, away from sprawling Mexico City? Francine Prose did. She checked out Puebla, a two-and-a-half-hour drive southeast of Mexico´s capital.
Founded in 1531 by the Spanish, the city has a rich history deeply rooted in religion. Some even believe that the location of the city was suggested by angels, hence the name, Puebla de los Angeles (City of Angels). The religious foundations carry through to present-day. The surrounding areas of the zócalo, the city-center, is where churches and convents have remained intact for centuries. It helps that Unesco designated Puebla a World Heritage site in 1987, allowing for the 2,600 buildings to be preserved and protected.
However, as Prose pointed out, there is more to Puebla than ornate, grandiose buildings. She ‘savored’ the food. Boasting a reputation as the ¨Lyon of Mexico,¨ Puebla has an abundance of gastronomic delicacies. From its famous sweet liquor to mole poblano (salty-chocolate salsa) to huaraches (sandal-shaped bread with seasoned meat), the food is supposed to be an unforgettable experience. Prose recommends that street-fare is a better experience than the fine dining. From my experience in Mexico City, she is right:
¨Generally speaking, the most reliable ways to find the best food are, first, to follow your nose, and second, to fall into place at the end of the longest line.¨
How true. I have heard Mexican cuisine rivaled with France and Italy. Just remember that whatever the food lacks in presentation, it makes up for in flavor.
Puebla seems to be a place of perfection full of history, architecture, cultural festivals and, of course, unforgettable experiences with food. I know where I want to be for Cinco de Mayo.
By Brit Weaver
About the Author
Toronto born and based, Brit is an avid leisure cyclist, coffee drinker and under-a-tree park-ist. She often finds herself meandering foreign cities looking for street eats to nibble, trees to climb, a patch of grass to sit on, or a small bookstore to sift through. You can find her musing life on her personal blog, TheBubblesAreDead.wordpress.com.
Posted on December 23, 2009 by Brit Weaver