Human-powered work cycles are not uncommon in Cuauhtémoc (kwow-Tay-muk), the borough that comprises the oldest parts of Mexico City. Itinerant street vendors park them beside the curb or, when the passage is wide enough, on the sidewalk. Delivery people use them to nimbly circumvent the city's notorious traffic congestion. Usually the sound of tinkling glass announces the arrival of bottled soda or the departure of empties, but on this one occasion during my two weeks in the city, it alerted me to something I hadn't seen, on such a small scale, in many years — literally, a milk run.
Insurgentes Sur, Roma Norte, Cuauhtémoc, Mexico City