Biblioteca Vasconcelos
A Futuristic Temple for Book Lovers
Stepping into Biblioteca Vasconcelos feels like entering the pages of a sci-fi novel. This isn’t just a library—it’s an architectural marvel, a steel-and-glass labyrinth where books hover midair and natural light floods every corner. Nicknamed the “Mega Biblioteca,” it’s a place where silence vibrates with possibility. Wander the suspended shelves, trace your eyes up the endless bookcases, and surrender to the feeling that you’ve stepped into a sanctuary built for minds to roam free. Above it all, a colossal whale skeleton drifts overhead, a quiet, surreal guardian in this cathedral of knowledge.
Sundays in Reforma:
The Day Mexico City Is Reclaimed by Its People
Every Sunday morning, I get to see Mexico City at its best. Paseo de la Reforma—one of the most beautiful avenues in all of the Americas—shuts down to cars and hands itself over to the people. And every Sunday, I try not to miss it.
The traffic disappears, and in its place comes the gentle hum of bicycle wheels, runners pacing past, kids weaving between them, and families just strolling together. I ride along, taking it all in—sleek skyscrapers above, historic monuments standing tall, and if it’s the right season, those purple jacaranda trees turning the street into something out of a dream.
I always try to get there early—Reforma opens up from 8 AM to 2 PM—to grab a free bike from one of the rental booths (just hand over an ID), or sometimes I use EcoBici, the city’s public bike system. They’re everywhere, and for about $6 a day, you can ride across the city.
There’s something special about passing the Angel of Independence without the usual swarm of cars, or gliding toward Diana the Huntress, knowing I can detour into Chapultepec Park anytime I want. I usually grab fresh fruit or an agua fresca from a street vendor, and if I’m lucky, I’ll catch a band playing or dancers turning the sidewalk into their stage.
It’s not just a bike ride; it’s one of those things that makes me feel connected to this massive, chaotic, beautiful city. A rare pause. A weekly reminder that, in a place of 22 million, we can still find space to move, breathe, and take it all in—together.
So, if you’re ever in Mexico City on a Sunday, I can’t recommend it enough. Grab a bike—or just wander—and let Reforma show you why I love this city.
The 2 best flea markets in CDMX (according to me)
If you love flea markets, Mexico City is a goldmine—but not all markets are created equal. These are my two favorites, each offering a completely different experience:
Jardín Ignacio Chávez: Small but Mighty (And My Personal Favorite)
Every Saturday, this small but surprisingly vast flea market sets up on the border of Roma Norte, right in Jardín Ignacio Chávez. It’s a treasure hunt in the perfect location—easier to navigate than the massive markets, but still packed with vintage finds, antiques, books, and unexpected gems.
The best part? Once you're done browsing, you’re just steps away from Roma Norte’s endless bars, cafés, and restaurants, perfect for a post-market aperitivo. Whether you scored a vintage leather jacket or just people-watched over a coffee, this market is the perfect Sunday plan.
La Lagunilla: The Granddaddy of Flea Markets (For Serious Explorers Only)
Open only on Sundays, this is the OG flea market of Mexico City—the oldest, the largest, and the one where you’ll find everything from mid-century furniture and lucha libre masks to forgotten relics of Mexico’s past. But be warned: La Lagunilla is not for casual shoppers—it’s for those who live for the thrill of the hunt.
Located not far from the city center, it’s best reached by Uber, as the area isn’t the easiest to navigate. Like any legendary flea market around the world, it can feel a little sketchy, but that’s just part of the adventure. If you’re up for it, this is an experience you won’t forget.
Whether you prefer a curated, laid-back market or a full-on treasure hunt, these two spots are the best places to dig through Mexico City’s past—one Sunday at a time.
Lucha Libre
Lucha Libre in Mexico City:
Cirque du Soleil gone very wrong
If you’re in Mexico City and looking for an experience that’s equal parts incredible, bizarre, and downright legendary, Lucha Libre is a must. This isn’t just wrestling—it’s Cirque du Soleil on epic ridiculousness, a neon-colored, politically incorrect, high-flying spectacle of masked heroes, villains, and absolute chaos.
Step into Arena México, where the crowd is as much a part of the show as the wrestlers themselves. Beer flows, insults fly, and the energy is absolutely electric. You’ll witness gravity-defying flips, absurd storylines, and even dwarfs soaring through the air, taking (and dishing out) spectacular beatdowns—because here, it’s all part of the fun, and yes, it’s okay to laugh.
Whether you’re here for the athleticism, the over-the-top drama, or just to scream at strangers in spandex, Lucha Libre delivers. Grab your tickets on Ticketmaster, pick them up at the arena, and brace yourself for one of the most unfiltered, unforgettable, and ridiculously entertaining nights in Mexico City.
¡Lucharán a dos de tres caídas!
Safe Space
There’s a place in Mexico City that feels like an exhale—a pause from the noise, a doorway inward. It’s called Safe Space, and it’s easily one of my favorite things to do in this city.
It’s tucked inside what I believe is the most beautiful setting in all of CDMX—an old Porfirian-era house, with grand windows, high ceilings, and that timeless elegance that makes you slow down the second you walk in.
Every morning, they offer guided meditations in both Spanish and English. You don’t need to be an expert. You just show up, breathe, and let yourself settle. It’s free—you only need to register at safespace.net.
Some days, I’ve arrived feeling overwhelmed; other times, I was already light—but every time, I’ve left feeling more grounded, more present, more connected to myself.
If you’re looking for something different in Mexico City—a moment of stillness in a place that never stops—this is it.
A gift to yourself. And it costs nothing.
Calle Gral. Prim 32, Juárez
