I was born in Mexico City, and spent most of my childhood (that part I remember) in the neighborhood of Coyoacan. Coyoacan used to be a small village before being engulfed by Mexico City, and thanks to the work of the residents, it retains a lot of its small village charm. Visiting Coyoacan revived a lot of memories and was a pleasure to revisit.
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| 1 | Starting my explorations using the Metro system. |
| 2 | In Viveros, a large park near my childhood neighborhood of Coyoacan, there appear to be bullfighting lessons going on. |
| 3 | These interesting lifts allow this small parking lot in Coyoacan to double it's capacity during peak times. |
| 4 | This church, park, and fountain are at the center of Coyoacan. I had forgotten how beautiful it was, and this picture can't do it justice. |
| 5 | One of the statues in the park, and you can see the carefully manicured, maze-like hedges that decorate the park. |
| 6 | Several organ grinders were among the various examples of free enterprise to be found in the park, and make it seem like there is always a party going on. |
| 7 | Lencho and Marta Velasquez with grand-daughter (daughter of Patti). |
| 8 | Across the street from our old apartment, trees can frequently be seen growing from patios. |
| 9 | I couldn't get inside to see the old apartment, and it doesn't look like much from the outside, but there it is nonetheless. |
| 10 | This nearby house has a forest growing within it's walls! |