
This address is about ten blocks from Instituto Cabañas. where I exhibited the 1953 photographs and told this story to the press in 2008. All attempts on my behalf to find surviving members of the family failed. The house is no longer there.
This first storybook is of a time long past, a roadtrip diary made with a Rolleiflex and a lot of hope. Ike was President. Mexico was just a generation out of its revolution. It was a good time, but about to get a lot stupider. To see this in sequence, start at the bottom of the first archive.
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