Mexico City is home to 20 million inhabitants and change. More than many countries: Belgium’s entire population is only 11 millions. You can drive north to south for more than an hour, even with light traffic, and never leave the city’s boundaries. It is a huge city. Where modern and traditional styles cohabit. Wealth and poverty. Sunshine and rain. Let’s ignore the 5 million cars and take a stroll. The above house is in the Coyoacán neighbourhood.
Reflections. Polanco district.
Street art. Mexico city.
An old-fashioned house, Polanco. Many have been torn down. A few have been rehabilitated for office purposes.
Sturgeon on the “Campos Eliseos” (Champs Elysées). I’ve never eaten in that restaurant. Maybe they only serve caviar?
At the National Auditorium.
In the Doctor’s waiting room. He’s an ophthalmologist. Hence the slightly blurred pic.
Waiting for the other shoe to drop. After 45 minutes, I couldn’t wait any longer and left.
“Take your poney and ride…” The utility company very neatly installed the new meter without a single scratch to the painting.
Button shop. “OMG, don’t know where this $%$/(&··”!$(** button fell.” “Keep calm, Blondie, why the fuss?”
Colonial house, Tlalpan district.
Local time is 17:17. Or 23.17 GMT. Please adjust your watches accordingly. Jetlag should last no more than three or four days. Have a great stay in Mexico. (To be continued)
The ususal (c) and all that…