Mexico City

“I am still bewitched by Mexico.” Carlos Fuentes.



Outside Frida Kahlo’s house ©


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 Templo Mayor ruins with the Libraria Porrua in the background, a great bookstore with a wonderful restaurant overlooking the ruins. ©

Detail of Diego Rivera mural

Detail of Diego Rivera mural ©



Museo Soumaya ©


“The decline of the aperitif may well be one of the most depressing phenomena of our time.” Luis Buñuel


Tequila time ©


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.



Map of Tenochitlan


Mexico City today ©


I know I have only started to unpeel its layers;

I have only turned page one of this book.



Man reading next to us at lunch. ©



Mexico City is a place one must return to, a book to reread.