Not being able to find an Airbnb in or close enough to Havannah, Cuba, for four people was the last minute deciding factor in how we ended up in Mexico City. Looking back, it's obvious that initial dilemma worked itself out. The image above is what Mexico City felt like (for the most part) in one photo, but the entire place was visually polarizing. Colourful, rich in culture and even below overcast skies everything still felt bright. On one hand, the city's aging busy streets felt like foreign film that would be Oscar worthy for best cinematography, then we'd drive for a few blocks and be within one of the world's most progressive design capitals. Ignore all the myths and bullshit Yelp reviews about the "dangers" of Mexico City—its heaven on Earth, let no one tell you different.
Above: The Museo Soumaya, designed by the Mexican architect Fernando Romero with over 60,000 works from 30 centuries. The top floor of the museum has one of the largest collections of sculptures I've seen, including Rodin's. As a bonus, the Museo Jumex is literally across the street, with a huge Jeff Koons piece in front, you can't miss it.
I'm going back someday soon. I didn't make it to the Teotihuacán Pyramids, Archivo Diseño, or La Casa Luis Barragán. Mexico City is one of those movies with so much detail that you can't really grasp all the nuances until you've watched it a second or third time.