Here is the door to an apartment in a shared house in Guadalajara, where we are staying till ... not sure when. The outlying streets of the Centro feel untouched and imbued with a romance found only in the best kind of modern Latin American novels.
At night, bands of revelers parade through the pedestrian streets, without any fears or cares ... till 3, 4, 5 in the morning. It's a freedom that used to define nightlife in Mexico City, before the smoking ban, before the 2:30 closing time. Honestly, being stranded in the GDL makes for a happy feeling.
* Tuesday night, we're checking out Chou Room, a week-long trade show of street art, fashion, and music.