Back in the beginning, Boyfriend and Mouse took a trip to Mexico City, right as they fell in love. They stayed at Hotel Gillow, where this was their view. They didn't have a balcony so much as a big windowsill, and Mouse sat there all the time in a bathrobe of white eyelet lace and watched the city go by. We get to stay there again this month, on our way somewhere else, and Mouse is yearning for this view, for the chaos, for the smell. El D.F. today reminds her of Paris in the 1920s. Mouse's mouth is watering for the Cafe Blanca chilaquiles, she's aching to see that soft glow of contentment on Boyfriend's face.

(This was before my digital cameras, so this photo is borrowed from Mechanix blog.)