We visited Parque Mexico many times, but that first night, the heightened awareness of a new place intoxicated me like a strong mezcal.

And so it goes with passionate people, Kahlo and Trotsky had a brief, steamy affair.

Fortunately, the enigma, the language of the spirit, remains present. Its songs are in folklore, poetry, stories, and myths.

He’s a murderer, sure, but he has some good advice.

I confess there is something rousing about entering a stranger’s home.