February 9 – 11, 2019.
It’s pronounced Mow-RAY-Lee-Aah instead of having the expected emphasis on the Lee syllable. Why, because it’s named for Mexico’s beloved revolutionary Morelos (Mow-RAY-lows). Remember when we climbed up into his fist?
The birth home of Jose María Morelos is here. It is now a museum that contains some of his writings, and paintings of significant events in his life. He was a priest, turned warrior, who was executed during the Mexican Revolution. You can easily distinguish him from the other heroes of Mexico by his do-rag. I suspect every school child here knows what this bandana (paliacate) was for, but I had to do some digging online to find out. Jose had migraines. He would soak the paliacate in alcohol and herbs and wear it for pain.
We had passed through Morelia in December and stayed in a parking lot near El Centro. We hadn’t taken the time to explore the city then but made up for that on this stay. We walked all over, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells, and even enjoying some of the tastes.
* As always, click pics to enlarge and open into a slide show.