Centra. Metro Bellas Artes
Car horns in Mexico City can quickly turn you into a twitching, nervous pudding. They're used, it appears, to demand that other drivers, equally stuck in traffic, get moving. I sometimes wonder if there would be any point in telling a driver of the futility of doing this. I fear he would only honk his horn, no doubt with all the gusto of Marge Simpson, right in the middle of my complaint.
So thank goodness for the Torre Latino. From up here, 42 floors up, the sounds of car horns are faint, and strangely relaxing. And the ride up is interesting too. There can't be many lifts that still have operators.
Anyway, depending on smog levels, you can see a fair chunk of the city. It's not all that cheap to go up, but I guess that means there aren't too many people around, so it's blissfully quiet. And your ticket is a 24 hour pass, so in theory you could go up and down the tower all day, although the lift operator may get a bit suspicious.
The building below is the Palacio de Bellas Artes, taken from the tower.