I stayed in Mexico City for a week in the summer of Sophomore year. It was the first time I had been out of the country since I was seven and I didn’t speak a word of Spanish. I woke up every morning at sunrise and took a walk around the neighborhood I was staying in. Street markets sprung up overnight along the sidewalk against a park and the smell of food and damp humidity flowed through the air. Kids played on monkey bars and commuters ran through the alleys as cars and buses bravely weaved and bobbed their way down the tiny highways. I have never seen streets so packed. Powerlines tangled and draped between houses and giant tropical trees which casted long shadows onto the orange pavement, blotting out the architecture but altering it for the better. Locals describe to me how the houses and buildings are purposefully left constantly under construction for tax evasion purposes and how it is the most densely packed city in North America. This was evident by the staggered houses and businesses practically clambering on top of one another. These photos are the product of those morning photography walks around the Roma District.
