In the Mercado in Mexico City. There are fruits that I have never tasted. Had I tasted them, I would have discerned a subtle flavor which would be identified for me first with the genus fruit, but still more, I suppose, with the air, the light and color of Mexico City. The distinct expression of Latin American art is as fugitive as any attempt I might make to define the precise flavor of a Brazilian or a Peruvian or an Argentine fruit. In 1941, Jorge Luis Borges wrote an essay in Sur called The Argentine Writer and Tradition.