From a sun-drenched hilltop vantage, this chrome postcard sweeps across the terracotta rooftops of Acapulco toward the glittering crescent of its famous bay — its blue-domed cathedral just visible amid the palms, high-rise hotels dotting the waterfront, and the Sierra Madre del Sur rising green and cloud-capped beyond the harbor. Jo, the sender, dashes off a breezy dispatch to Harry's wife — reporting a smooth jet flight down, cool rainy afternoons in Mexico City punctuated by thunder and lightning, and an Acapulco that is decidedly hot with a rough ocean and "strong undertow," forcing three days of rest before heading back to Mexico City. The meter cancellation clearly reads 15 VIII 61 — August 15, 1961 — placing this card squarely in Acapulco's glamorous pre-development heyday when jet travel was still a novelty worth mentioning.