For the Love of Bad Guys

It is raining. Not heavily, but enough to steadily soak us as we walk from the Tree House to Taquería Álvaro Obregón, to meet our Lucha Libre host, Javier. He has a flat tyre and is 10 minutes late, so we follow his instructions to ‘get inside the restaurant and tell them you are coming with Javi.‘ Google orders our beers, and Kitty delights in watching the waiters huddle, to discuss which to serve. They eventually decide on a Mexican Pilsener called Bohemia. It is a good choice. We smile and nod excessively to show our appreciation.

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