Line 5 (Yellow)

Station / Estación # 71: Hangares

Un lado entero de la estación bordea el Aeropuerto Internaciónal Benito Juarez y por lo tanto la posibilidad de vagar está reducida. Un estruendo aeronáutico constante saluda el sentido auditivo. Rojo y azul es un tema y El Cafe Oui Oui trae un poquito de celo francés. Jesús crucificado, modelos de animales africanos en miniatura […]

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Line 5 (Yellow)

Station / Estación # 35: Valle Gomez

Valle Gomez is one of the stations (many) that I doubt that I would ever visit if it were not for the MCM Project. There is a quiet neighbourhood behind a busy road. An abandoned and hollowed out car is left to rust away its days. A swans and angels shrine inhabits a quiet corner. […]

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Line 3 (Olive), Line 5 (Yellow)

Station / Estación # 19: La Raza

Some of the metro stations of the Mexico City Metro Network are huge and ‘La Raza’ is on the upper end of the scale.  In fact, within the station itself there is the ‘Tunel de la Ciencia‘ (Tunnel of Science) which is basically a science museum within the metro station. Here’s a little tour of […]

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Line 4 (Light Blue), Line 5 (Yellow)

Station / Estación # 13: Consulado

The visit to this station was a bit gory and consequently so is this entry so I’ll keep it short.  I don’t want to lose any vegetarian readers. The station is ‘Consulado’ (Consulate) but my posting is somewhat less than diplomatic. Anyway, enough of the quips! I strayed a bit of a way from the […]

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Line 5 (Yellow), Line 6 (Red)

Station / Estación 7: Instituto del Petroleo

I wasn’t too optimistic about finding anything of great interest at this station. I was immediately and pleasantly surprised. Outside the station there is a great street photographic exhibition celebrating Afro-Mexican people and culture. There are approximately 40 enlarged photographs across a distance of 300 metres. The photographer is Paulina Garcia Hubbard.   No estaba […]

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Line 5 (Yellow)

Station / Estación 6: Politecnico

La primera cosa que me golpeó cuando salí de la estación fue el olor de mota flotando en el aire. Era viernes por la tarde y muchos grupos de estudiantes habian juntado para compartir caguamones y para fumar. Un guardia de seguridad reaciamente me dejó entrar el instituto politecnico donde encontré algunas ofertas del ‘Dia […]

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