Tuesday was my first day living in Mexico City. I’ve been staying with our friends Ellie and Neill, who live in Coyoacán. I spent the greater part of the day in their neighborhood, but I also took a pesero to Condesa, which is near La Roma (where I’d like to live) and spent a little while up there. Everything you see here happened that day.
Particularly captivating about Mexico City are the idiosyncratic modes of transporation, sharing, and communication that are more noticeable here than at home because… Oh, I’m not from here. Either way, they seem to go unchecked by safety regulation or political/social correction, and make me wonder whether many similar benign cultural practices have been lost inadverently in the United States’ clean-up efforts over the past century, or if they just aren’t as viable within our self-conscious pluralism or beside our particular sense of entitlement. I say that with love, of course.
A dust storm and a cup of corn. Pesero drivers race their rigs. Kids give out stickers by the “fuckload” and then some.
- itoitas -
