El Convento de Churubusco is a gem. I think it is the loveliest of the churches I have yet seen, though they should hardly be compared – each having its own special charm. Churubusco is intimate, I wanted to linger and rest in its tiny patio, to caress its mellow tiles, to worship before its lovely golden virgin.
The rest of the party made photographs, one man being a wealthy amateur. I did not, for the churches in Mexico are an end in themselves, needing no further interpretation. I stand before them mute – nothing that I might record could add to their beauty.
– Edward Weston (November 1923).