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The Lomas de Chapultepec area, in the western hills of the city, was built in the 1930s and designed to house Mexico City’s elite in elegant mansions among tree-lined boulevards. Driving from the office, he points to the house he has lived in for the past 38 years – three miles from where he was born.We sweep through the streets, while Mr Slim on speaker-phone dictates a letter in heavily accented English to the film director George Lucas via his secretary, Silvia.With a convoy of bodyguards following closely behind in blacked-out 4x4s, his navy Mercedes darts across the lanes. His 42-year-old son Marco Antonio – “Tony” – sitting in the back of the car, laughs when I ask if his father normally drives himself around. Despite his .5 billion (£32.9 billion) fortune, the 71-year-old lives in a modest six-bedroom house a mile from his office, and has no interest in flashy super-yachts or palatial houses around the world.His grey pinstripe suit may be made by Brioni, the fine Italian tailors, but his watch is a very ordinary-looking plain dial with a leather strap.A Rodin sits outside his door – one of the 380 in his possession, the largest number in private hands in the world.It is the definition of a “money no object” collection.Mr Slim knows the lines by heart, reciting the words of his grandfather from the corner of the dimly lit room, standing beside a huge ancient television. “I can’t really play much, but it was one of those pianos that played itself.He moves across the floor, showing off an old cylinder music box which still plays a twangy tune. When I was little, I used to pretend to be playing it to make my parents laugh.” Aged 12, Mr Slim was already following in his father’s footsteps, and made his first purchase of government bonds.
In the lobby of his headquarters, housed in an unassuming building in the city’s upmarket business district, is a bronze of Michelangelo’s Pietà, while the walls are covered with Van Goghs, Renoirs and El Grecos.That sounds too gay.” He puts on some music – Sarah Brightman singing Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina. He scrolls through the computer screen on the dashboard, and settles on Los Bukis – a band of 1970s Mexican crooners.His son mock rolls his eyes at his father’s kitsch taste. I used to play a lot, here on the street corner.” Do you still play any sports? Highball and box spring,” he says with a grin, referring to cocktails and mattresses.You have to be brave to take on the traffic in Mexico City.But the world’s richest man, at the wheel of his car, certainly relishes a challenge.