Upon an examination of Guadalajara’s newly minted “COME, Gastronomic Corridor” undertaken on three separate occasions, that sobriquet – applied by Mayor Enrique Alfaro and a consortium of local business owners to a stretch of Avenida Mexico sandwiched between two giant roundabouts – seems like a linguistic swindle, a coat of paint perfunctorily applied to a brothel outhouse.

When the British sit down for their Christmas Day dinner they know it will end with a flourish.

Several agonizing years in the making, “Loving Vincent” has finally arrived with a vivid splash of color in theaters to hold cinephiles in thrall with its arresting, mesmerizing imagery. 

Growing up in a traditional Mexican family in the small village of Tlachichilco on the north shore of Lake Chapala, Jose Juan Vazquez felt he couldn’t go after his true passion to become a hair and makeup artist because his father, Cirilo, wouldn’t have accepted it.

As part of the entourage of the annual book fair (Feria Internacional de Libros), Guadalajara’s premier museums normally mount impressive displays of artwork emanating from the invited county, city or region, frequently those with a connection to Mexican culture – in the past Los Angeles (2009), Latin America (2016) and regions of Spain, such as Andalusia (2006) and Castilla y León (2010).

Each Wednesday, Linda Harley, known as “AbueLinda” (Grandma Linda), weaves her way through Ajijic’s open-air market, or tianguis, along with a handful of wide-eyed students eager to learn all about the local Mexican fare.