A Love Letter To Mexico City
Photo Essay
BY LOGAN FROST
More than any city I've been to, CDMX feels alive. Old and new coexist on the same plane, not at war or at peace, but creating something greater, rich with art and food and secrets.
It was a dream to walk the streets I’d imagined when I was 15, reading Nat Geo articles in my childhood bedroom. Many well-meaning people warned me against going alone as a young female traveler, but I felt safe overall. I stayed in neighborhoods locals recommended, didn’t go out alone once it was dark, and didn’t wear any expensive jewelry. I’d really recommend you visit if you feel the desire- I can’t wait to go back!
If you need to recharge, head over to the Hotel Condesa DF Rooftop Bar surrounded by dense treetops on its sprawling patio, you can drink something adorned with a slice of dehydrated blood orange and watch as dusk settles over the streets below.
If you need to recharge, head over to the Hotel Condesa DF Rooftop Bar surrounded by dense treetops on its sprawling patio, you can drink something adorned with a slice of dehydrated blood orange and watch as dusk settles over the streets below.
If you need to recharge, head over to the Hotel Condesa DF Rooftop Bar surrounded by dense treetops on its sprawling patio, you can drink something adorned with a slice of dehydrated blood orange and watch as dusk settles over the streets below.
