When it rains, it pours. Rain isn’t something we’re expecting to come around until May but this year has clearly made an exception. Tuesday evening the city was draped over a thick blanket of gray clouds and then all hail broke loose. Highways routes north of the city were blocked with thick layers of hailstones and a lot of people heading out towards the beaches this Holy Weekend were completely halt in their cars were nearly 20,000 families probably heard the news of Gabriel García Marquez passing and started tweeting about it.
As for this part of town, our drainage system allows us to admire these artificial shorelines created on our very own sidewalks.
Seven months ago I left my job. This is the chronicle of a failure. My failure.
The strange order of the mexican urban caos. http://eseldisparador.blogspot.com.es/2014/08/el-ordenado-caos-urbano-de-mexico-d-f.html
Qué locura de cura en el #Zócalo de #México D. F. http://eseldisparador.blogspot.com.es/2014/07/que-locura-de-cura.ht
México D. F. at the end of Madero street, close to El Zócalo.El D.F. te atrapa en su intensa vida callejera, su ritmo y sobre todo su gente. http://eseldisparador.blogspot.com.es/2014/07/la-calle-mexicana.html
Mantaining a "healthy" life in a huge metropolis.
La Merced: Lost in Mexico City's Mammoth Market
Serví una gota en cada taza. Se dibujaron rostros, murmullos, versos ilegibles... Yo sólo las dejé girando.
A musical oasis in the middle of the park.
Heavy Metal Heart Nostalgia