I’m back in Mérida now, and the first thing I want to share on my little blog has nothing to do with the city’s beauty, its culture or the lovely people, including the friends I’ve been reconnecting with this week. No restaurant reviews follow. No remarks about the weather, or tourism, or even the house we’re building.
The first thing I want to tell you is that the scary hole in the sidewalk outside the Comex on 60 and 47 is still there. Yes, this treacherous gap, which seems like a very easy repair job, remains unfixed. If you’re walking north on 60, and you see Santa Ana park up ahead, don’t let images of Mary’s panuchos dance too vividly in your head. You might not notice a shocking jagged gap in the sidewalk, right on this very busy street corner, ready to pull you in and inflict some serious injuries. In a city where the sidewalks are notoriously bad, this little road hazard is particularly egregious.
First reported by this blogger over two years ago, this pedestrian menace remains unchanged. In fact, now I see the pothole has a sister a few meters down 60. It’s filled almost to the top with garbage, which at least will cushion your ankle should you choose to twist it there instead. The gap outside Comex offers no such relief to pedestrians who are so unfortunate. The city has painted the facades of so many buildings on this block, and the streets have been replaced with that fake cobblestone, but no one seems to feel responsible for the huge chunk of concrete that is missing right here.
As we approached this street corner, the angle of the sidewalk fooled us, and our hearts fluttered with joy with the hope that yes! The sidewalk is fixed! Closer inspection brought bitter disappointment. The fact that from the distance the gap is practically undetectable makes it all the more insidious. I would have taken a photo of it, but I had a nagging feeling that the hole would have sucked my camera phone into the bowels of hell. If I had merely stared too long into the hole, I don’t wonder that my very soul would have been snatched and plunged into the abyss. So I quickly averted my gaze and focused again on Mary’s panuchos.
This blogger will continue to monitor the situation and report to the world the hazards of 47 and 60. Every trip here will commence with instructions to the taxi driver: Take me to the Comex on Santa Ana Park! I want to see the sidewalk! And only then, will I be able to sleep.