And so, Michael and I arrive after a lovely cruise down the canals to Island of the Dolls, one of the weirdest and most inspirational places I have ever been. To give you a little history: sometime in the 1950's a hermit named Don Julian settled on the island. Supposedly, a little girl had drowned at the island before he settled and he felt her discontented spirit haunting the island. In an effort to put her spirit at peace, he began collecting old dolls and giving them a home by mounting them all over the island, in trees, bushes, hanging them from wire, etc. Don Julian also grew amazing vegetables and word got out to the Mexico City folks, so they brought him discarded dolls in trade for his vegetables. The result was that the island became inhabited by thousands of discarded dolls. It is unclear whether the girl's spirit was appeased but mine certainly was when I saw this place!
Don Julian died a few years ago, but his family still gives tours of the island for a modest donation.
I took about 400 photos, most of which I won't bore you with but just to give a preview,
here is one doll that I felt particularly inspired by, (more on that later), she seemed to be the Queen of the Dolls, set in a little altar with in a shed that served as a museum
to the island. I am naming her Patti, again, more about this later...(anyone know how Patti translates into Spanish?)