Marble stairways are cracked; streets need repair.Yet in narrow alleys, doors are open
Friends, neighbors, strangers, dancing without care.
The salt water spray on the Malecon
Doesn't stop the trumpet player playing,
And there's always time for conversation
Over some rum, and maybe a cigar.
Beautiful city, beautiful people.
I hope I will be back again someday.
Caren E. Salas
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| We met a new friend, Luis, playing his trumpet on the Malecon. |
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| He invited us to his house for dinner with his family - yes, that kind of stuff really happens. |
Photos by William Salas
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