Colonia Cuauhtémoc

We find Casa Gonzales, white stucco with blood red trim, on tree-lined Rio Sena across the street from the back door to the British Embassy. Parked cars choke the street and our gate is marked with a street number different from the one provided by our hotel wholesaler.

Mexico City

Las Torres de Satélite fade out of the haze as our plane cuts through the yellow smoke blanketing Mexico City. Memories rush back to me—a deluge of nostalgia: Chocolatte was born here. My two Fernandos from Tlalnepantla.