Merida

Any trip to the Yucatan should include a stopover in the 'white' city of Merida. Ours was no different. While it offers some very sober architecture, the life on the street is anything but, offering lively dancing, tasty and unhealthy Yucateco food, no shortage of hookers (in all manners of dress trying to outdo one another), and the occasional fight (the bloodiest thing I've seen in Mexico happened in the Zocalo here, although by no means would I consider this a violent town).

Below are some scenes from our hotel room, which for about $15 each offers an unbeatable view of the the lush Zocalo. I'd give it an A+ on the view and location, and an F- on the noise (the setup and dismantling of the Sunday market structures during the wee hours, the dawn march and buggle playing of the local military flag brigade, and the fact that the Zocalo is pretty happening until say 3 AM).
The cathedral is a standout in Mexico, which says a lot. It is a mandatory stop for the Pope any time he comes to Mexico (don't ask me why). You can start to see why this city, like so many in Mexico, is associated with a color, namely white.
Like a good CU grad, I for one am pretty fond of the stripped down sober interiors that emphasize the light and spatial qualities.
I found this door, and the subtle clash of materials unified by the unorthodox cornice quite interesting.
The unabashed structural expression would no doubt make Candella proud.