This is a lovely story about famous Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. Kahlo was unknown when she married an already famous Mexican artist, Diego Rivera. The couple moves to San Francisco
"They lived at 716 Montgomery Street, in the artists quarter. Beneath a leaky glass roof and dangling globes of light, they drank cafe con leche and ate sliced oranges. Outside, the world was cool and gray. Frida felt very far away from home. Diego was working on a mural for the city. While he skectched, Frida was restless. She strummed a guitar. She sang Mexican folk songs called corridos."
I loved David Diaz's illustrations. As always his use of color is beautiful. My only issue is the fact that Kahlo and Rivera, look about the same age. Rivera was about 20 years olders. Though the age difference wasn't mentioned in the story.
After Frida Kahlo explores San Francisco on her own, she feels more at home. I really liked Me, Frida, because I see a female artist who refused to be left in the shadows by her husband's success.