I previously went to Cancún in Mexico. However, when I told other people I’ve been to Cancún, they don’t think that’s real Mexico. I have to go to the centre of Mexico.

My flight from Sydney to Dallas was delayed, so I had to stay one night in Dallas. On the second day, I finally made it to Mexico City.

My day began at the Palacio de Bellas Artes, an architectural masterpiece that left me spellbound. Its Art Nouveau and Art Deco fusion adorned the heart of city. As I stood outside, looking at its intricate façade, I couldn’t help but feel like I was part of a living canvas. The guards, oddly strict about photography, allowed only mobile phones. But honestly, the exterior stole the show.

Lunchtime called for street tacos—the soul of Mexico City. I followed my nose to a bustling corner, where a taquero skillfully assembled my al pastor taco. Each bite was a celebration of street food culture.

In the afternoon, at the Palacio Nacional, I stepped into Diego Rivera’s world. His murals depicted Mexico’s tumultuous history—the struggle, resilience, and triumphs. The vivid colors and larger-than-life scenes transported me through time. Rivera’s brushstrokes whispered secrets of revolution and identity.

I didn’t stay that long in Mexico City but my day here was full of sights, tastes and emotions. It’s a much better experience than Cancún. Now I can tell other people I’ve been to Mexico.