There is a statue of Sir Winston Churchill outside my hotel in Mexico City. I have no idea why. I don’t think he ever visited Mexico or played any role in the country. The statue depicts him in his war-time boiler suit with what is meant to be an expression of grim determination on his face. Actually, he just looks grumpy.
I am not sure why: a sunny Sunday morning in the upmarket Polanco district of Mexico City is a pretty cheerful place to be with its relaxed café culture and tree lined streets. It is rather like Barcelona. But with fewer pick pockets. [Read more…]