“I am still bewitched by Mexico.” Carlos Fuentes.
Before going to Mexico City this summer, Mexico was solely part of my imaginary literary landscape. A place as real or unreal as any narrative construct.
I knew Mexico through the beautifully complex works of Carlos Fuentes, the magical novel of Juan Rulfo, the pensive poetry of Octavio Paz, among others.
Arriving in DF, I was immediately enchanted by this complex, modern yet ancient cultural city.
“The decline of the aperitif may well be one of the most depressing phenomena of our time.” Luis Buñuel
It’s a city of layers. Originally a web of canals that have now been built over. A city that seems never-ending when you approach it from the sky but feels incredibly intimate once you’re settled in having lunch. A city of ancient ruins and wonderful museums.
I know I have only started to unpeel its layers;
I have only turned page one of this book.
Mexico City is a place one must return to, a book to reread.