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This city is a beast, but it’s the most multi-faceted animal you’ll ever encounter. Streets are lined with vendors selling everything from tarot card readings, milkshakes in bags, vintage books, crafts, and of course, tacos.

Now that my friends are gone, I’ve been treating myself to mezcales and mercados.

Today I hit up dos mercados. I think I could die grocery shopping, it is. hands down, my favorite pastime. The first mercado was in my neighborhood. I wandered the streets of Barrio Chino which bleeds into Centro Historico. Along the way i stopped for a coffee and then found this GIANT panaderia. I spent about 45 minutes just looking at all the pastries, a majority had just come out the oven; that freshly baked bread smell is such a panty dropper.

I was told to check out Mercado Jamaica; a combo of food and flores. I have never seen so many flowers!!! Arrangements with roses in the shape of crosses and some that looked like dogs, there was even a **GASP** hello kitty shaped arrangement; Mexicans are so freakin talented!

I continued to buy flowers and verduras. Just to put how rad this place is into perspective: six dozen roses were goin for $50 pesos. FIFTY FUCKING PESOS! If my man didnt buy me flowers from here every week he’d be 86d! Squash, queso, dos rabanos gigantes for un peso. Then I had to buy some Huitlacoche. Can’t find that shit in the Bay. Throw in a star fruit, a prickly pear, and one mamey. On my way out I stopped for a blue maiz treat; it was kind of like a huarache: filled with black beans and topped with salsa verde, roasted nopales, and cotija.

i ran a train through that market and could’ve spend hours there if i had gotten there earlier. Man am I exhausted! So far, Mexico City has proven to be muy deliciosa.