Saturday in Mexico City is a people experience. After a week of grey days and evening thunderstorms in early September, it seemed that the city’s 20 million people decided to celebrate the sun. Over the space of two hours, my husband and I saw Chapultepec Park come alive with hundreds of vendors, families, bikers, and joggers. Later, taking the metro, which goes nearly everywhere and is used by nearly everyone, we got caught in a true urban experience, with riders squeezing into and tumbling out of packed train cars. Wandering through the Plaza Manuel Tolsá we came across a group of drummers led by a dancer wearing a straw hat with a red ribbon. By the time we reached the scene, flowers, herbs, and bowls of fruit had been laid out to encircle the chalk images on the ground. Two women lit fires in small, blackened pots, which we interpreted to be incense to accompany the offerings that had been presented. We felt the gift of a special day, one that gave us an unabridged glimpse of leisurely life in a bustling metropolis.