The bike was parked up in Coyoacan, where we took some French visitors who had arrived in the city a couple of days earlier. In 2005 Paola had a couple of French friends come to visit us for a couple of weeks, and these latest Frenchies were relatives of one of them. So it seemed the friendly thing to do to hook up, lend them my Lonely Planet guidebook and show them around a little before they head off out of the city.
Sadly, their first impression of the city was that it must be full of thieving bastards. The female of the two got pickpocketed on the Metrobus.