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Station / Estación # 135: Colegio Militar

Packing yourself off to Military School probably isn’t one of your top priorities. Today I made it mine. ABOUT TURN! Colegio Militar takes its name from the nearby Military School installation which operated until 1976. Just after I alighted I watched a chap, sans lower limbs, expertly shimmy by on a skateboard.  All power to […]

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Station / Estación # 125: Hidalgo

I planned to visit Hidalgo exactly a month ago. It didn’t work out. Today I was off to visit the surrounds of another station, San Pedro De Los Pinos, when on the metro next to me I saw a young guy cradling a statue of Jude the Apostle (San Judas Tadeo in Spanish). I twigged. […]

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Station / Estación # 121: Tacuba

In the wake of treading through the boneyards and beyond of Panteones on Saturday afternoon I felt I still had adequate kindling in my energy reserves to spark another visit so I zipped one stop down the line to Tacuba to make it a dual visit day. One spark and see where it spreads; a […]

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Station / Estación # 120: Panteones

Tenía la intención de visitar Coyoacán como estación # 120 pero en los ultimos momentos antes de salir algo inexplicable me persuadió a abandonar esa idea y en lugar cambiar mi plan en dirección norteña a Panteones. Así la estancía se reveló. Después de pasar unas reliquias precolombianos dentro la estación misma salí al aire […]

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Station / Estación # 109: Cuatro Caminos

Aah, Cuatro Caminos.  Good ol’ Four Ways. Along the way in this metro meandering journey I’ve been given advice and ideas, here and there, about different points of interest around various stations, things to look out for as I rove. It has all been heeded, though not always followed. Cuatro Caminos fits into and deserves […]

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Station / Estación # 102: Tasqueña

Entresemana cada día bajo en Tasqueña en la oscuridad antes de amanecer. Solidaridad de pasajeros, ojos enrojecidos y cansados – siento, intento sentir. Paso por fuegos brillando en el suelo, planchas y parillas impacientes se esperan. Hombres de peseros gritan las destinaciones y poquito después ya me voy. Al medio de la tarde vuelvo.  La […]

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