Mexico City centro historical

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We scan the roof tops of Mexico citys historical district from a balcony near the roof of our hotel. It looks like an old European town with many domed church spires and ornatly carved decoration. A thick layer of dust covers the cobbeld, car and people jammed streets. Jewellery stores line the pavements. The main square has an ice rink and all the buildings surrounding it are drapped in festive tinsle and lights.

I eat chicken enchiladas and am very suspicious that there is some pig derivative in the delicious refried beans. I am a fallen vegeterian, a sinner in the face of all the dead things I am eating. Everything comes with a sprinkle of ham. We track down a veggie resturaunt where a somber piano player frills and trills every note he plays. The food is disapointing. I drink Corona and tequilla in a red velvet bar with ornate tin roof where musicians play requests that the Mexicans sing along to. I am happy and high on tequilla as we wander back against the flow of a crowd returning from the Fiesta of the Virgin of Guadalupe, Mexicos patron saint. The crowd is happy and chatter carrying paintings of the Virgin on their backs. I bounce between them grinning. Lou, who has abstained from the tequila, has a slightly different perception of the night and feels less safe and grinny and happily stupid in a tequila haze. We go back to the hotel.

The next day we take the open top bus tour around the city. Whilst we wait for it to arrive we watch some breakdancers busking in the main square. They bust windmills, flips, caterpillars and awsome power moves. The tour bus takes us around the city taking the main tree lined road of Paseo de la Reforma that has a moument at every traffic island and some inbetween. We pass cafe bars in bohemian Codessa and make a mental note to return there. We drive beneath the shinny, mirror glass buildings of finance and power. We get off the tour bus and catch a taxi to the airport in order to fly to Los Mochis where we are to catch the Chepe train bound for the Copper canyon the following morning.

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Comments

[James]

How could you?
Lou how could you resist the tequila in its birth place?! It seems like a crucial addition to daily life. Dyl, excellent work :)