After my inauspicious arrival in Mexico City, I really needed a good experience to wash the taste of failure and fear out of my mouth. You know what that means, right?
Chocolate.
Polanco is a residential area, but it’s where the money is. Lots of high-end shopping, well-manicured streets, well-fortified homes, pretty people. It looks like any other schmancy urban neighborhood, really, with positively gorgeous parks on every other block.
Speaking of parks, I passed by Bosque de Chapultepec on the way into the neighborhood. Chapultepec (meaning “at the grasshopper hill”) is 1,695 acres, making it one of the largest parks in the Western Hemisphere. With only one day in Mexico City, I didn’t have time to spend any time there–it’s a real regret of mine (and heading to Chapultepec for a few hours is on my list for when I return to Mexico City for a longer trip). Within the park is Chapultepec Castle, a zoo, and nine museums (including the Museum of Anthropology, which everyone tells me is amazing). It’s a really beautiful place.
Sucr’elle wasn’t open quite yet when I arrived, so I did get to spend some time putzing around the neighborhood. It was quiet and incredibly peaceful. Except that my stomach was growling. Loudly.
I’ve heard a lot of things about bakeries in Mexico City–chief amongst them is they’re awesome. Fournier Rousseau (Hegel 406) is this tiny bakery with charming outdoor seating (there’s also a larger outpost in Roma Norte). It looks very Parisian, although the owner is from New Zealand. I walked in to see the baker hard at work. While he didn’t speak any English at all, my Spanish was good enough to order . . . well, I’m not 100 percent sure what it was. It looked almost like a giant cream puff, but it didn’t taste quite the same. There was an incredible Bavarian cream inside the pastry shell, and the whole thing had a dusting of confectioners sugar.




I mean, look at these things:




There are other chocolate shops in Polanco–Que Bo! and Di Cioccolato–but other adventures awaited. On a short trip, hard choices must be made. Alas.
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