Excerpt from Eliza and Etheldreda in Mexico Notes of Travel

It is with a feeling of real pleasure one leaves the train at the Central Station in the City of Mexico. The trip through the desert has been so depressing, the landscape so hideous and barren and the dust so all-encompassing that one cannot help but heave a sigh of infinite relief when the domes, the turrets and the whitewashed walls of the city come into view. The hope that there is something better awaiting one is more than realized. One always falls in with charming people on the way down, however, because charming people are going everywhere in these, our twentieth-century days, and they do much toward breaking the tedium of the trip.

Still, there is the limitless cactus-covered region that stretches away toward the barren mountains, the burning sun glittering on the shifting sand, and the endless succession of little typical Mexican villages with their high walls, and low mud houses. And, always, as the train drew up to the station, we were met by the same dirty, ragged, poverty-stricken crowd asking alms.

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