Lisa, Renato, Dennis and I went south to Coyoacán, to visit the Frida Kahlo museum. But Coyoacán had a lot more to offer.

As one of the towns in the greater area of Mexico City, it got swallowed up slowly by the capital, but has retained its tranquility and small town charm, much like Tlalpan.

The name comes from the local Nahuatl language and most likely means ‘place of coyotes’.

With 620.000 inhabitants in 2010, its a rather large borough of CDMX, as the locals call the Ciudad de Mexico.

We strolled through its big park, the Viveros Coyoacán. It seemed a bit strange at first, but when we read that the park was initially a tree nursery, it all started to make sense.

It’s a quiet oasis in the middle of town, with many people jogging, and feeding the cheeky squirrels. So cheeky, they actually jump onto your leg in search for something edible.

The main square is full of restaurants and bars, lively at day and at night, and clearly catering for tourists.

We found a very beautiful old street, Avenida Francisco Sosa, that was quiet, had nearly no traffic, lined with old beautiful trees and many colorful houses.

It’s  perfect getaway form the center. I will come back, I think I will pay Frida a second visit. And maybe also her husband Diego, whose studio is close-by, as well as the house of Leon Trotzky, where he hid in exile.