Finding kid-friendly activities in Mexico City is child’s play.
Mexico City’s culture is friendly to families
It is 248 steep steps to the top of the Pyramid of the Sun, but the views are worth the exertion.
From the pinnacle of the thirdlargest pyramid in the world, you can see the unearthed complex of Teotihuacan (the City of the Gods), located 30 miles outside Mexico City. At one point, it covered eight square miles and was home to 100,000 people, making it the largest city in the pre-Columbian Americas. Gazing down the Avenue of the Dead, lined with stone platforms and minor pyramids, the roadway ends at the smaller, no-less impressive Pyramid of the Moon. At the base below us we could see my waving wife, who looked as small as a Lego minifigure.
My 4-year-old son, Zephyr, and I stared at the ancient ruins for several minutes, in part out of fascination — “It’s like Indiana Jones,” he remarked in awe — and in part to catch our breath. Not only was the climb arduous, but we were more than 7,000 feet above sea level, so oxygen was in shorter supply than back home in Silver Spring, Md. During the first few days of our trip in late March, the intense elevation, along with the less-than-pristine air quality, had left me winded.
It was my only complaint. Mexico’s capital has an unworthy reputation of being unsafe and unsanitary — not necessarily great for families. Nothing could be further from the truth. Mexico City is the perfect place to travel with little ones because it’s brimming with great kid-centric activities that adults will love, it has a child-friendly culture and it’s eminently affordable. To the latter point, the modest Hotel Milan in the funky Roma Norte neighborhood where we stayed cost as much for a week as one could easily spend for a night at a Washington hotel, while it cost only a few dollars to take an Uber trip across town.
Picking up unique souvenirs was equally reasonable. We made two trips to the epic Ciudadela arts market, a sprawling grid of stands packed floor to ceiling with every kind of handmade trinket imaginable. We bought a number of alebrijes — fantastically formed and brightly painted wooden creatures that were popularized in Oaxaca — as well as small clay skulls exquisitely decorated with a rainbow of tiny beads, an artistic specialty of the country’s Huichol people.
There was no shortage of things to do as a family. My son and I visited Museo del Juguete Antiguo Mexico, which is not so much an antique toy museum as it is a patchwork of a thousand disparate collections presented without labels or contextualization in a dim and dusty building that seemed to stretch on forever. For a couple of hours, we happily wandered through haphazard displays of vintage luchadores (Mexican wrestlers) figures, bootleg “Star Wars” merchandise, beat up Matchbox cars, trains of every gauge and color, outdated gaming systems, customized Legos, handmade steampunk accessories, a circus diorama and countless other bits of ephemera. By the end of it, I had no sense of the history of anything I had seen, but it was nonetheless a thrilling visit worthy of the time in any parent’s itinerary.
All three of us made a pilgrimage to La Casa Azul (the Blue House), the home of artist Frida Kahlo. There is always a long line to buy tickets, so getting them in advance is highly recommended. You can rent equipment for an audio tour or take a guided one, but we chose to wander the grounds, which were as surreal as they were magnificent. Vibrant azure walls enclosed a garden dotted with statuary and a panoply of greenery. Inside, there was an exhibit of Kahlo’s iconic wardrobe, which was forged to hide and compensate for her physical ailments (she suffered polio as a child and at 18 was injured in a bus accident, both of which left her with lasting infirmities) as much as it was to catch the eye.
Every day, we made sure to go out of for some frozen treat to beat the heat. Our first stop was at Neveria Roxy, a butter-yellow corner shop with a fetching green-and-white awning in the Condesa neighborhood that has been charming locals and tourists alike for more than 70 years. We zoned in on the nieves, which literally means “snows,” but are actually closer to sorbets. They come in a variety of tropical flavors, including tart-and-sweet maracuyá (passion fruit), creamy guanábana (soursop) and rich guayaba (guava).
Another memorable stop was at Glace Helado, a charming little shop specializing in less conventional flavors, such as green tea, Parmesan and churro. There were more mainstream offerings, such as sea-salted caramel, which was exceptional.
Rounding out our favorites was Bendita Paleta, located inside Mercado Roma, a massive food hall showcasing a mélange of cuisines and cultures. The small stall in the back corner specializes in paletas, or Mexican ice pops. They are fancier than the kind you might buy from most vendors. Zephyr chose a tantalizingly tart lemon, while I opted for strawberries and cream.
We sat out on the street so we could people-watch as we enjoyed our treats. Occasionally, we wouldn’t work quickly enough, and their sweet juices would run down our fingers, but we didn’t care.
CLOCKWISE FROM TOP: At Teotihuacan, a view of the Pyramid of the Moon from the steps of the Pyramid of the Sun; wares made with Old World techniques at Panaderia Rosetta, a famed breakfast spot in Mexico City; one of the oddities at the Museo del Juguete Antiguo Mexico; the author's son contemplates cooling down under the fountain at the Museo Nacional de Antropologia.
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