I could take endless photos of the old buildings here in Cartagena de Indias. They are so beautiful and magical. Large wooden doors with subtle entrances that guard the secrets inside. Balconies overflowing with flowers, shrouded in mystery. We pass by briefly, catch a glimpse and try to imagine the life that that takes shape in this old city. But we remain strangers, outsiders.
Perhaps I will find the clues once I finally get the chance to read Gabriel Garcia Marquez. He called Cartagena home and several of his books were inspired by these magical streets we wandered today.