Deep in the heart of the old city, behind the walls that once protected this important way station for the Spanish Conquistadors shipping plundered Incan gold back to the crown in Madrid... Heather and I wandered aimlessly, getting lost in alleyways, fruit stalls, cevicheria, churches and the explosion of Caribbean culture.
A little cut mango (referring to the fruit not the ladies dresses, although one could understand the confusion... so fresh and so clean clean) to start the morning off...
The old city dates back to 1532, so the building are a little old school, so big bold doors, that you could literally ride a horse through...
And with big bold beautiful doors, one needs big bold beautiful door knocks???
The city architecture is very reminiscent of New Orleans, with its brightly painted houses and bougainvillea lined balconies...
The city is ART, and art can be found around every corner.
A Fernando Botero sculpture in a small square...
a beautiful woman walking past a mural...
A statue celebrating the Conquistador who founded the city... Pedro de Heredia
In the late afternoon, Heather and I stumbled upon a stunning church in the heart of the city.
It was open to anyone, and we quietly walked the side altars, feeling His presence in the soft light of the dying day.
The day ended with a walk along the old walls...
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