More moments from my trip. I should mention the angry party not wanting to pose for a picture is a lawyer. That’s the funny bit.
p.s. turns out, “corte” is not spanglish after all.
When I told someone I wanted to live in Mexico City they told me I should just go and sell apples or something. I don’t think apples would do well but I think marigolds would be a hit. Marigolds and a flash of leg?
cempasúchil = marigold.
I’m not entirely sure adding -era to the end of that makes it mean “marigold seller” but I like the sound of it.
I’m really not sure how they’ve been able to do so much of this with the crazy numbers of police all around the Zocalo clad in riot gear. Props anarquistas.
I had the great fortune to go to Mexico City last week. My family is from the north of Mexico and I’ve never gotten much past Tamaulipas so it was pretty exciting to finally get to go.
It was marvelous. I saw buildings, art and places I’ve dreamed of seeing in person, gloried at the superior public transit and ate lots of awesome food, accelerating my existing cavities in the process.
I came back with a renewed zeal to live in Mexico but since I cannot for the time being, I decided to draw a bunch about it instead.
First one is about chamoy, that magical sauce that makes my mouth water just saying its name.
*pours out some tea* Here’s to you.