Eventually, they get there

He got even more excited.

IT was very pretty

(Sorry for the short responses I'm trying to keep up with 13 rps)

It's fine. ^w^ I understand.)

He was enchanted by it.

(Thank you!)

The first noticeable thing about Mexico City was the traffic. It was endless, chaotic: cars, taxis, other motorcycles. Horns blaring; red lights being run; hardly any attention paid to the division lines at all, except to see how blatantly you could ignore them. When it stopped for even a second, shouting sellers appeared in the street, striding past with cigarettes and candy.

He gasped in wonder of all the bustle and hustle. "Wow!"

The second thing that hit was the smell--a dizzying cocktail of exhaust fumes, the spices from sidewalk food vendors, dust from construction projects. And the sound: jackhammers, rock music, brakes squealing in protest. There were medieval buildings jostling for space beside modern glass structures and art deco ones from the thirties; others that were abandoned, with graffiti-ridden boards covering the windows. A lot of the buildings seemed slightly skewed, as if you were viewing them after a drunken night out. The whole place looked like the aftermath of a giant party.

And there were the angels, of course.

The only thing that was bothersome to him was the angels.

They could see the first one soon after they entered the city, gliding serenely over a neighbourhood a few streets away. As they got further in, they kept seeing others here and there, circling and occasionally diving downwards in flashes of light.

He seemed to start shaking a little bit, more and more with each one they saw.