Mexico City for The Solo Traveller: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

The glass lift up the dome's legs to a terrace over the whole north of the city, with Tlatelolco on the horizon.

Friday night, the cheapest ring-side seat you can get, and the técnicos against the rudos for three hours.

A three-metre counter, a gaonera taco cut to order, and the first Michelin star given to a taco stand.

Catch the first bus from Terminal del Norte and walk the Calzada de los Muertos to the Pyramid of the Moon before the sun clears the mountains and the coaches arrive.

Skip the rest and go straight to the Sun Stone and Coatlicue, then sit under the umbrella fountain in the courtyard.

A Yucatecan counter on a Polanco corner: cochinita tacos, pickled habanero, and a stool by the window.

Run the lake circuit while the rowers are out and the Audiorama among the ahuehuete trees is still silent.

The avenue closes to cars every Sunday morning; take an Ecobici the length of it past the Ángel to the Alameda with the whole city on wheels.

Standing-only, open around the clock, with chorizo and nopal tacos at the counter and a crowd that changes by the hour without ever thinning.

An hour up into the pines above the smog line, the ruined Carmelite convent with its hermitages, and trails empty on a weekday.

The flower market never closes; walk the cempasúchil and lily aisles while the wholesalers load vans.

A torta counter in Del Valle, rolls split and pressed with the filling of your choice, eaten standing with a Jarritos. Quick, cheap and a decent way to finish the trip.