Sometimes When I'm In Mexico City...


I discover a muralist by the name of David Alfaro Siqueiros, and I fall in love a little bit.


I have yet another encounter with my passionate communisto, Diego Rivera.


I take a picture of my shadow because I want some part of me to be imprinted on this country's ground.


I complain about the heat.


But then remember it could be much worse.


And also remember how this city is layered with history...literally.

And that makes me very happy.