The things I think I know, but aren’t true, could fill a book. One of the things I thought I knew was that the colors one paints on one’s facade in the Centro were controlled by the Instituto Nacional de Antropología e Historia. You have a range to choose from, all pastels and all historically appropriate. That’s my understanding.
How, then, did these the Hotel Santa Lucia and its neighbors on Calle 55 come to exhibit these hot hues? They don’t look historic to me. The bright sun will eventually tone down these sherbert colors into something softer, I was told.
Mérida has been celebrated for the muted palette of its streets. There is a reason photographers tend to dwell on the Centro and not more modern neighborhoods.
Not that I object to these vibrant colors. I actually kind of like them. But I just want to know if I’ll be allowed to paint purple polka dots on my future home here. Maybe INAH is only involved with out-and-out restorations, and once my restoration suits the authorities, the polka dot stencils can come out.