When on the roof terrace of Chelo's store, I looked toward Col Guadalupe and saw all the electrical
lines up at this level.
For those people who have to live with everything neat and tidy, Mexico is not the place for you.
Things that are necessary, but unsightly are not always hidden. I like the honesty of that.
This photo at the back of the shop of Chelo's is the real winner.
I stood and marveled at the intersection of this many wires. What workman can
determine which wire is for what? Somehow they do. Not with a cherry picker or some
fancy machinery, but with a long ladder, they climb up to repair these lines. I can hardly
watch for fear they'll fall.
It's the way things were done about fifty years ago in America.