Gabriel García Márquez's novels are a better introduction to Cartagena than any travel guide.
The city is hot and humid and mashes everyday people and a few blemishes of commercial tourism on top of a gracefully decaying infrastricture. Depending on where you are, locals are more apt to sit on their patios or in the street cooling off rather than sell you things. I still can't believe they managed to fit one of those ubiquitous red tour buses in Cartagena's narrow streets.
We arrived in Cartagena on Friday night and their appeared to be some sort of concert/rally going on in front of the clock tower. Historically the clock tower was the main entrance to Cartagena, but some walls were broken down so that the city could be expanded to include the not-as-nice neighborhood Getsemani ( after all, when travel guides say "bohemian," they mean dirty.)
Even though I had no idea what was going on, it was nice to see all the kids out enjoying Friday night.
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