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My latest visit to the city brought me to a neighborhood called Jardín Balbuena. It's an interesting part of the city because of the many people who have lived there for 40 years plus.

It's location, though, is both ideal and terrible.

The neighborhood's proximity to the airport means there are airplanes flying overhead at regular intervals. And then there's the hand horn if the pork rinds merchant passing on his bicycle, the whistle of the rag collector, the cry of the water delivery truck, the clanking of the gas delivery truck, the beeping of taxies, car alarms going of several times a day, and the neighbor's need to share his tunes with absolutely everyone.

You can get anything in the world that you could possibly want here, except for peace and quiet.