I remember the first time I flew into Ciudad de México (CDMX). Five am, September 2010. Below me all I could see were the stars and scattered patches of pueblos, slowly merging like frayed fabric into one single blanket of light, smothering the vast valle de México. And later in the yellow glow of afternoon sun, I was held close within the swirl and sway of a smokey Norteño in the heart of Alameda Central… I was smitten. I had fallen in love with this place. A love affair that would make me call its faded edificios ‘my home’.
That was ten years ago. And in the turmoil of transient life since, it’s been well over five since I’ve returned. This isn’t a single tour, more a campaign to rediscovery old places, old friends and yet to be discovered memories.
it all starts here, with a collection of vignettes of a former life relived, right here, in this biggest of big cities.