In 1999, when I was 20 years old, I flew into Mexico City with my friend Abigail. Between the two of us, we carried $1000 in cash. Our plan? Travel from Mexico City to the Yucatan, spend a month hitting all the major sites of interest and then return to Mexico City. Our budget was based on very vague calculations on my part: I’d spent the previous winter camping on a beach on the Pacific coast, and it’d cost me […]
I’m not sure exactly when this was shot, but a love the vintage postcard look of this photo of the Palacio de Bellas Artes, one of my favorite buildings in Mexico City.
Erik Loomis, who usually writes at one of Rich’s favorite blogs, is currently in Mexico and blogging about his trip. His first post begins with a charmingly reasonable statement: “Mexico is a pleasant and safe place to be if you are not part of the drug trade. There are regions that are more safe than others, but by and large, there are no real problems for visitors, and I don’t just mean in the areas that are basically the United […]
I’m not a short story person. Reading a short story is like a conversation on a Greyhound: the getting-to-know-you process is accelerated to an uncomfortable pace and then you’re left hanging. Mexico City Noir, a compilation of short mysteries presented by the estimable Paco Ignacio Taibo II, does not offer many exceptions to this rule. The book gets off to a harsh start with “I’m Nobody” by Eduardo Antonio Parra. The writing is strong, and the protagonist, a crazy homeless man […]
by John Ross Review by Felisa Rosa Rogers The pretty teenage receptionist at the front desk of the Hotel Isabel is miffed that I don’t have a reservation and we spend the next 20 minutes negotiating my room, wake-up call, and tomorrow’s 5 AM taxi to the airport, all of which entails filling out paperwork in triplicate, as per the Mexican custom. “The electricity is out and so is the water,” she mentions blandly as she hands me my room […]