Last Train From Cuernavaca

In the Christmas season of 1913, Grace Knight's elegant old hotel on Cuernavaca's main plaza is the place to see and be seen. Mexico's landed aristocracy, members of the foreign community, wealthy tourists, and young army officers with their wives flock to the Colonial. Under the ballroom's hundreds of twinkling electric lights, they dance to old Spanish tunes and to the new beat of ragtime. Outside the city, in the shadows of the valley's two volcanoes, a company of federal soldiers raids ...