Veggies

I went to the kickass farmer's market in La Condesa today. It starts around Agustin Melgar and Pachuca and runs the length of a block or so. The farmers set up their booths under red tarps, which gives the whole place a warm feel. The produce is mouth-watering, and cheap.

Not like I'd forgotten, but the cover of El Universal this morning reminded me where I am. Above the fold are side-by-side pictures of Obama and McCain, under the headline "Who is more ignorant?" tee hee

The way things look around here

I asked the cabdriver on the way from the airport what was Mexico City's biggest problem, and he said it was traffic. But from the vantage point of the pretty neighborhood where I'm staying, La Colonia Condesa, congestion doesn't seem to be a problem at all. All I've noticed is the old-timer on his knifesharpening bike, and the whistle he blows that sounds like a loon, the faded altar to Mary at the gas station and another at the cross of a busy intersection, and the young workers eating tacos at sidewalk cafes.