In my desire to get more photos up here, I’ve neglected to really lay out a story for this post, hence the title struggle. But in some sort of poetic way, that symbolizes to me the nature of traveling and how I like to experience it. No rigid story line to follow, no protagonists or antagonists, no critical build to some zenith immediately followed by a tragic, crumbling denouement. All just cruising, seeing, enjoying. And this is how we experienced Mexico City. Stuck, with all flights back home cancelled, we were able to enjoy 24 hours in a city that knocked my socks off. The parks, the street food, the museums, the people, the metro; all challenged my preconceived notions of our southern neighbor. I’d like to go back and really spend some time here. A wonderful, romantic city.