One of the nicest things about Merida is that there always seems to be another surprise lurking just beneath the surface of what you see at first. A plain facade conceals an incredible home full of columns and corridors and colors. A well behaved group of school kids in uniform waiting in an orderly line outside of the Cathedral breaks into cheers and whistles when they see your camera. Or a seemingly severe local lady standing on her front sidewalk at dusk in a quiet neighborhood breaks out in a huge smile as you stumble through a "buenos noches" when you walk by.
Today Merida surprised me again, and this time she did it in the unlikely form of a municipal trash can.
I've passed these by a dozen times and never wondered who maintains them, or (in a city with what seems like trash pickup every night) how often they are emptied. They are surely well-used, since the parks where you find them are always full of people and generally fairly tidy. I was taking an early morning walk through the Parque de San Juan today when I happened upon the scene below.
This is one of the things that I love most about this city...in matters big and small, there is always something unexpected just beneath the surface.