|Latter day F&D|
We visited Kahlo's Blue House in which she was born (in 1907), lived in for many years, and died in 1954. It's now a museum. I have a love/hate relationship with Kahlo. Well, 'hate' is way too strong a word. I love her work and she had a fascinating and famously tough life, but I have a problem with her egotism. A third of all her works were self portraits. Me me me. Perhaps if I'd had all the hardships she'd ended (polio, severe injuries in tram crash, 30+ operations, constant physical pain and the emotional trauma of being married to Rivera), then I'd be a bit self-obsessed.
Anyway, beautiful house (bigger than I was expecting), part gallery, part full of her everyday items, and a lovely big garden.