Recently back from a week-long assignment in Mexico City.
I arrived (less my luggage, which didn't make the flight with me) in Mexico City at 1am, exhausted after a 30-hour trip from Bangkok, where I had to spend the night after flying out of Penang. I filled out the lost luggage report and found a taxi outside the by-now deserted airport, wondering if in the morning someone would be filling out a "lost" report on me. But the drive to the hotel was uneventful -- though I couldn't help but notice the flashing police lights all over the city. (I later learned that in Mexico City the police park their cars and leave their lights on, broadcasting their location as both a deterrent to crime and an aid to anyone who might need their assistance.)
Out on the streets the next morning I found a different reality - that Mexico City is a truly beautiful city. Bonus: its residents are some of the friendliest folks I've ever met.
I met J and his puppy Lil' Scooby on a minibus. He got on after I did, and when a seat near him opened up I moved over and asked if I could take their photo. He spoke some English, a really personable young guy. Lil' Scooby's a pit bull, and I was a little concerned that he might be a future fight dog; I know that, as with cocks, if you want to fight a dog you need to handle it alot while it's young. When I emailed the photos to J I expressed the hope that he'd take good care of his puppy. He responded right away, assuring me that he would.
Oh yeah -- I ate pretty well that week too.
Quesadilla with fresh squash blossoms and habanero salsa at Mercado Merced.
I just loved this city and it's people, and I can't wait to go back. I need to hold back most of the photos I made that week till after article I shot is published -- but I hope these images give you an idea why.