Finally I find something that feels Mexican. That feels interesting. Homemade tortillas and food cooked in clay pots. At Reciprico, right next to the recycling station where men in caps sort out all the glass bottles, plastics and cardboards, it doesn’t feel like I am in a gentrified world, where the unimaginative culture of avocado and toast and instagrammable dishes and restaurants dominate the food scene.
Realness
My Maddy Travel 