One of my trips to Mexico City, the local sales rep asked if I wanted to go to the titty bar or the pyramids. First, I asked him "there isn't a titty bar called the Pyramids, is there?". He said no, so I said lets go to the pyramids much to his disappointment.
Had to walk through the gauntlet of vendors selling crap to get to the Sun / Moon temples. Kids started at the beginning of the vendor area following me tugging my arm saying "plato, plato $50". I kept saying "no gracias". Kept pestering me up to the entrance of the actual pyramids with the price down to $7. Still not intereste