Oaxaca de Juarez is the kind of place that rewires how you think about color. Every street is an argument between pink walls and blue doors and papel picado strung overhead in patterns that shouldn’t work but absolutely do.

Papel picado banners

We stumbled into a wedding procession on the second day. The bride, the band, the whole neighborhood — everyone in the street, music ricocheting off the buildings. Nobody minded us standing there grinning.

Wedding procession

The food alone is worth the trip. Mole negro takes days to make and tastes like it. Mezcal from the valley towns outside the city is a different thing entirely from what you get in the States.

Getting There

Fly into Oaxaca’s Xoxocotlan airport. There are direct flights from Mexico City, Dallas, and LA. The city is walkable once you’re there. Taxis are cheap and everywhere.