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January 25th, I am now in Mexico City and I'm walking on Mercado(?). Getting a little bit tense. I'm not sure why. I was taking some photos and some gang looking fellows told me to stop and then a larger one asked me if I was a tourist and I said yeah yeah I'm a tourist. He said ok. You can take pictures. And I was like, alright, thanks and he said I can take you up into some of these buildings. I have key. No, it's ok. I'm good. So anyway I think I wandered into a neighborhood that maybe I shouldn't have been in and I'm walking away from it now. So looking for tacos and I was thinking on the bus