La Condesa carries a gentle nostalgia. Its quiet trees, their shadows playing along the pavement, seem to walk beside me. I stroll down Mazatlán Street, where time whispers in Art Nouveau curves, and the present hums with the murmur of café conversations. And then, I see it—the Edificio Condesa.
It’s the kind of building that makes you stop. It draws you in. Time has left its mark on it, but it still carries a quiet grace, as if wrapping you in its warmth. I step closer and take in the details: the symmetrical balconies, the green wrought iron, the earthy tones that melt into the trees. Ivy climbs the walls. How many stories has that ivy witnessed? I don’t want to leave this street.
From my visit to Mazatlán Street in the Condesa neighborhood during my stay in Mexico City from November to December 2024.
