🇲🇽 La Feria del Libro de Coyoacán - 03.11.2026
• La Feria Internacional del Libro de Coyoacán (FILCO) 2026 •
Things I like… 📚📚📚 and 📚 people.
It’s not hard to find a book nerd that likes to go to a book fair… but on a Wednesday… not so much. So… I hit Coyoacán today as a lone wolf… or lone coyote… it’s my prototypical milieu… and I know my way there.
I adore Coyoacán… and it was dreamy living there my first year in Mexico City… but it’s a total pain in the ass to get around. To get to… and to get out of. And the only people that disagree, drive there… for only the day… or for drunk ass nightlife… or… they live there and never leave the neighborhood.
It’s mostly local buses, cars, and EcoBici… no MetroBus, and the Metro stops are on the far east and west sides. The local busses are small, smaller, micro and kombis (minivans). They can be packed… and often… and sometimes times you can get on… but you can’t get off. You get stuck in the middle. Try moving a 4’ tall abuelita with sacks of gear out of the way… they’re like a fire plug. 🧯
There’s an RTP bus route that runs through… they are modern and you can use a transportation card. But those guys never stop for me. I’ve stood at the “special” RTP bus stop sign, waving like a crazy person at the bus, and I know that fkr saw me, and the zooooom… leave the güerito standing there holding his chapstick.
EcoBici 🚲(the bike share in CDMx) works great… unless you don’t know how to ride a bike (no laughing, I know a few here that can’t) and if you can… many of the streets are cobble… and riding on those will shake your juevos right out of your pant leg.
To use the given transportation to get anywhere outside the central Coyoacan area (without a car) takes forever… and ever. Once, I had a dinner date with La Boliviana Sussy in Condesa… I was coming from the Churubusco on the east end of Coyoacan… during the early evening rush. I was 2 hours late (maybe 3 🫣) . And when I finally arrived… she was super drunk, and spent the next hour saying many, many… many Spanish curse words in my direction. And I sat and took it… because I deserved most of it. Not all… but most.
Again, Coyoacan is lovely and all kinds of charming… and I considered moving back… for artistic inspirations… but it’s also a hassle for day-to-day life. Groceries are in Mercado Coyoacan… which is great… unless you’re a güerito… and then you get soaked on prices. Or La Comer, which is also great, if you live near or have a car.
Today… I am happy to make the haul. The book fair is what pulled me in. The streets and the plaza were full of tourists… foreign and national. And everything surrounding caters to the tourist crowd. I visit some haunts… have a coffee… and stroll through the book tents.
I didn’t find any reads that’s suited me… so… I bought a t-shirt… because I only have 10,000 of them and I definitely need one more.
Despite being an international setting, with the guest host from England… there’s not much for the readers of the English language. I love the energy of books. And l like being around them. I like having them around me… and I carry one nearly always. And even if I don’t read them… or can’t read in Spanish… I dig on books… and dig on this day.
*** Coyoacán is a Nahuatl word meaning "place of the coyotes”
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