Mexico City, Mexico

This flower cart sits up the street from my apartment in Mexico City.


Where I’m from, I’ve only really seen flowers sold at the grocery store. There is a dedicated flower section in most of them in the US middle-country, they always reek of flowers – to the extent that it smells like a funeral.

I’ve always associated the smell of flowers with funerals. Maybe it is because we rarely had flowers around, so the first time I was really exposed to their smell was at the funerals I attended as a kid. They’ve always smelled fake to me – even though I know that that isn’t the case.


I wonder if things would be different if I grew up in a different place… like Mexico City.


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