A Rainy Welcome
The raindrops on the window of the taxi turned it into a kaleidoscope, transforming the twilight sky and city lights into a blur of light and colour, giving everything a somewhat glamorous glint. The cab weaved through the rush hour traffic, the rosary hanging on the rear view mirror swinging from side to side with each abrupt lane change.
I love the way a city reveals herself to you, from the initial moments as semi abstract scenes flashing by the window of a taxi or train from the airport, to the first time you set foot on her streets, taking the tentative steps round the corner, unsure but hopeful, just a little bit apprehensive but excited at the same time. Like a good mistress, she is complex, but alluring, never revealing all, just enough to tempt you round the next corner, in search of just a little bit more.
México City, or more accurately, Distrito Federal, is quite dramatically different from Havana from whence we came. The largest metropolitan area in the northern hemisphere, it is a prosperous city with a rich and diverse history. Originally built by the Aztecs, it was subsequently conquered, razed and built upon by the Spanish Conquistadors, not unlike Cuzco, in Peru, in the case of the Incas.