Living room of our condo. Marta was buying the condo when we met and married. We rented it for five years to former coworkers of hers, but they bought their own place in December 2006. Instead of renting again, we painted, laid carpet and bought all-new furniture. We stay there every couple of months for a week or two, enjoying the Big City. And cursing the traffic.

Outside view of condo. It´s a complex, called a manzana (apple) in Spanish, of five buildings. All are five-story and contain ten identical apartments, two bedrooms each.

But ours is snazzier than most.

Replica of Aztec sculpture in the Museum of Anthropology.

Marta walks down a street in the chi-chi area of Mexico City called Coyoacán.

These are the two basilicas of Guadalupe, Mexico´s favorite and national saint. The older church, left, is sinking into the ground and tilts at a perilous angle. In the 1970s, a sister church was built, there on the right. It resembles, especially the interior, a psychedelic spaceship. Since it was designed in the 1970s, there is probably a good reason for that.

This hamburger stand, which we call Titanic Burgers due to its massive smokestack, is one of our favorite supper locales.

A descendent of Moctezuma makes a phone call on the sidewalk of Coyoacán.

Pastry shop in the trendy area of Coyoacán.

Museum of Anthropology. Aztec Hall.

Couple of guys selling kisses with no luck from a park bench in the Bosque de Chapultepec.