Never before in my travels have I enjoyed being in a city as much as Guanajuato, Mexico. Built by the Spanish in the 16th century, they crossed everything they didn’t like about their own cities off the drawing board, leaving only the good bits. Built in a steep valley, every square, building and road has this je ne sais quoi about it.
Intriguingly, the stubborn residents of this place diverted the river that used to flow through the town around a mountain after they were flooded in 1905, and proceeded to build a handy road up the unused riverbed. And, all traffic in town is one-way, with vehicles heading back north via a series of underground tunnels (we wanted to watch short films that were screening in the tunnel for the International Film Festival being held at the time, but chose to see the horror film in the graveyard instead).
Now in New York. Ian.