Paul L.
Yelp
The first time I visited Mexico City, I stayed in a small, shabby hotel around the corner from the Monumento a la Revolución. The neighborhood was quite run down and the monument itself was in poor condition. The stone was grey from years of pollution and I often saw used drug needles as I walked around Republic Square desperately wanting to climb up inside this building.
These grounds were originally intended for a grand legislative palace and the dome section was erected in the early 1900s. Carrara marble sculptures were ready for installation upon completion of the palace. However, construction stopped during the revolution and the quest for a palace evaporated. The exposed steel framework sat open to the elements for the next 20 years until it was almost destroyed for a planned hotel. Fortunately, in 1932, construction resumed on the dome and steel framework that was incorporated into a monument designed by architect Carlos Obregón Santacilia and sculptor Oliverio Martinez. The columns of this 220-foot tall structure serve as a mausoleum for four presidents -- Venustiano Carranza, Francisco Madero, Plutarco Calles, and Lázaro Cárdenas -- and revolutionary leader Francisco 'Pancho' Villa.
In 1970, interior access was shut down and the monument and square were essentially abandoned for 40 years. That's the monument to which I was introduced and in spite of its condition, I always walked about here on my frequent visits to the city hoping for the day when I'd get inside.
In 2010, the anniversary of the revolution brought dramatic change to the monument and Republic Square. The stonework was cleaned and joints repaired, a new glass elevator was erected through the monument's center, a museum opened in the steel framework below ground, and a large water feature was placed into the square itself.
It's now 2014 and the area has shed its unfortunate past. I saw so many smiling faces here as every couple, young and old, were kissing, young folks relaxed and rode skateboards, mothers and fathers watched their children play in the water shooting up out of the square, and others, like me, rode the glass elevator to the sky.
While poor Maria -- hey, Maria! -- the elevator guide, had to give the same monologue a hundred times a day as she went up and down in the elevator, the ride was thrilling for me. Exiting the elevator, I walked around the stonework of the dome and ventured out on the terrace overlooking the city. Getting close up to Mr. Martinez' magnificent sculptures adorning the dome exterior was incredible.
This experience was one of the highlights of my trip because it felt so good to finally see this monument resurrected and a neighborhood transformed.