Poo
I tried to tag but forgot how to spell my name. Or it's my new cool code name!
Glass
Moi
Lightning McQueen's twin brother who was shipped to Mexico at birth
A trash sculpture?
Someone had a good dinner
Yellow!
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Little known fact: Beethoven briefly tried graffiti after going deaf. Proof:
Feather
Abandoned railroad tracks: Southward
So by now I've reached my desired area; I stop and head into a bagel shop, relax, enjoy a bagel with pecans and honey, then make my way to Parque Mexico, also known as The Dog Park, and enjoy the hectic ambience of supposedly lesser minds. Also, it finally happens. I had seen other succumb to its trivial ensnarement but hoped to resist the temptation. And the frivolous spending. But alas, it finally happens. I pay to use a water closet. Drop off my four pesos and head in to drop off my kids: they are way past due at this point... Woops, there is a distinct absence of toilet paper...luckily the previous guest took too many napkins from the "front desk" and left the spares for my enjoyment. Woops, there is a distinct lack of plumbing. Plumbing, like the ability to flush a toilet full of shit. What are we paying four pesos a pop for...? Um...guess I'll just leave it there...? Ok, those napkins were a bit scant, better wash my hands. Backtrack: "Woops, there is a distinct lack of plumbing." Plumbing, like the ability to wash your shit-stained hands. This place is fucking balls, I'm Audi 5000. Luckily there is a fountain, which is also seemingly the primordial center for dogs in this City, if not country, so I join them in their bathing rituals, lie back on a rock and take a half-nap to the soothing melody of a wet, romping dog symphony.
A sense of proportion...
Hiiiiii!
Windshield
Colors!
Broken flower
Living flower
Leaf
This dude wants you out of Mexico City! Pinche gringo...
Yes, this is a shot of insulin in a tree...
After a brief stint at a Starbucks, it's time to leave. I decide I'll walk back up to the Ferreria metro, where I first met and will again meet Ricardo. Mapping it out on google maps the most direct route (which I obviously could not have taken) is 11.6 kilometers. Needless to say, I walked a fair amount this day, I'm guessing about 20k. Making my way back up through the city was fun, unwittingly sprouting up in the centro, finding metro stops hitherto unseen and unknown, keeping the sun, as it set, on my left so as to keep myself northward bound. Ricardo said he'd be back by around 8 and would be able to pick me up at the 7-11, so once I arrived (around 8:30) I gave him a jingle and we headed back to his place.
Bruised fruit atop the subway grate
Some old, most likely important building
Bellas Artes!
Bye-bye :)
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