A roadside Christ. A new architecture school. And singer called "The Dead One."
For the better part of five days, I criss-crossed Tijuana to report on the city's wave of cultural institution building. For a good portion of it, I was in the company of my Times colleague, photographer Marcus Yam, and together we met with an array of curators, architects, students, painters, photographers and, of course, the flamboyantly goth street performer "El Muertho." (Best. Show. Ever.)
Naturally, we had to eat. And this being Tijuana, did we ever. There was carne asada. There was the spit-roasted pork marinated in red chile called adobada. There was a whole lot of pulpo (octopus). And a lot of it was as stimulating and aesthetically pleasing as the art we were encountering.
Because we were on assignment, we didn't have time to run off to the mythical truck that parks in an alley on the first full-moon Thursday before Holy Friday, which only a small subset of 20 locals and three bloggers know about. (I don't have time to be that kind of food hipster.)
But we did eat. And we can show you a few of the wondrous things Marcus and I put in our gullets in the course of our work.
Herewith, the Great Tijuana Taco and Tostada Tour of 2015. Better than anything you can get at a Biennial...