I step into the Sears store, its unassuming entrance giving no hint of the view waiting above. Upstairs, I join the slow-moving line for the café. The waiter lays out the rules—twenty minutes at a table, then a shift to the bar. A fleeting window to take it all in.
From the eighth floor, the city unfurls before me. The Palacio de Bellas Artes glows as the sun dips low, its golden dome catching fire against the dusk. To my right, the Torre Latinoamericana stands sentinel, watching over the restless city. Below, Mexico City hums—colonial facades beside sleek skyscrapers. And for these brief moments, perched above it all, I am part of its story.
Inspired by my visit to Downtown Mexico City, near Palacio de Bellas Artes, in December 2024.
