Today was a bit of a lazy day. As in any city, on Monday everything is closed. No art today. So I went to discover two neighborhood that killed me. I am officially in love with this city! La Condesa is a very nice area. The architecture is more coherent than everywhere else in the city. Most of it is art deco, which I adore. Art deco adapted to Mexican way of thinking with super bright colors. You should see those intense baby blue, flashy pink, almost fluorescent green, and yes, sometimes white. In La Condesa there is a lot of trees, their shadows make walking on the street more comfortable. Under those trees, cute little coffee shops, trendy restaurants and I must say, the most interesting people I've seen up-to-date. Fashion is alive and well in Mexico.
After, I visited the neighborhood where my hotel is, just besides La Condesa : Roma Norte. If the architecture is less interesting, there are plenty of nice stores. I went crazy in a store that sales Mexican designer's shoes and garments. I bought an indescribable pair of shoes, so cute. This will be a hit this summer, everyone will ask me where I got them. But I hesitated so much between all those shoes (it was like paradise to my eyes) I might go back for a second pair. In Roma Norte you can also find most of the art galeries, so I'll have to go back anyways (danger!!) by the end of the week, when these will be open.
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| an abandoned beauty near my hotel in Roma Norte |
Storm with lightning brought me back quite early to the hotel. The sky was dark, so dark. I think I will end up drinking a bottle of Mexican red wine that I paid too much money for. Everything is so cheap here, I didn't watch the price. Once out of the liquor store, I realized I probably never paid that much for a bottle of red wine in my entire life... Well, lunch in restaurant cost 4$, why not after all!
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| strange sky after storm |
I write those last lines a bit drunk. I went for dinner in Condesa to have an epic ceviche. So rare in our country. After, I decided I was not done. I went for a drink (or 12) in Zona Rosa, the LGBT village. After a short stop at King bar, where I was almost forced by the doorman/hooker, I went to Macho Dance Bar. Plenty of people, even if it is Monday. Beer changes of price accordingly to the client and the waiter. Anyways, it is cheap. Music is exclusively latino, from house to ballads, salsa to pop. Everybody seems absolutely extravagant, they all dance sensually, oh my god! There is an explanation to this. At the door of the men's bathroom are the dealers. They alternate, I counted at least six of them. How do I know? Small plastic bags with white stuff in it in the right hand, cash in the left. Everybody (well certainly not me!) stops by. It cost 150 pesos for the bag as I could see (10$). When I went to the bathroom myself, to pee, yes, I understood everything. Urinals + a shelf + a huge mirror. Guys do as if they were going to pee, open the little bag on the shelf, check in the mirror if there is anything left on their nose, face, whatever. I felt as if I was in a very trash evening out at 5am in Manhattan in 1984... It was not 11pm yet, and so many people looked totally wasted. Oh, and the unavoidable fag hag weights the same as home (around 250lbs) but is just 5'9". Don't worry, she wears the same strapless satin red top. And yes she pushed hardly the old white man I was to get to the ladies washroom. I night to remember. I learned so much.
Now I feel very old... but taller than everybody!
I don't think you would have like this night out baby, much under your standards. But this is named sociology...
Sleep well,
bésame muchos,
n.
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