On Cuauhtémoc Avenue, near the intersection with Reforma Street, a trio of musicians arrives—members of a fara-fara group. They wear their hats, shirts, belts, pants, and boots. They play the accordion, the bajo sexto, and the tololoche. However, they play for a city dominated by traffic, cars, honking horns, and people rushing from one place to another—a constant movement brought on by urban life, in a space filled with buildings and concrete.
