Tomorrow is my last full day in DF. Yesterday my last trip to Xochimilco. The Diorama setting on the Art Scene dial worked well, I thought. The food and drink did not. For me, anyway. Everyone else enjoyed, but my stomach was still fragile to say the least. Not the ideal final weekend, but such is life. I had a Marmite sandwich instead. I shared some with the in-laws. In the UK, you either love or hate the stuff. Here, they just hate it, but are far too polite to say so, and will finish it off. Usually. Paola’s godfather couldn’t quite restrain himself though. His mouth dropped open in disgust, and he looked around before hissing ‘Help me!’ Pamela the dog sniffed it, but refused. Very unMexican of her. The photos of the day are, as ever, on Flickr – click here.