Old San Juan, Puerto Rico is my favorite city on earth. On our southern Caribbean cruise, this January, we only were in port for a few hours of the evening of 1/20/16. Mike hadn't been there before, so I had a short time to share the highlights with him. We disembarked and walked through the city, passing
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The Tourist information center
(isn't the (i) adorable? |
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And the San Juan Police Station.
(Which Mike is a fan of since they run Harley's.) |
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| The blue black ballast cobbled streets are a joy. |
...on the way to our first stop at
Castillo San Cristobol.
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| Flags over San Cristobol |
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| View From the garita below. |
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| Mike on guard duty in a garita. |
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| A window with it's wooden shutters thrown open to allow air and sun into the fort. |
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| Overlooking Calle Norzagaray from San Cristobol. |
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| We sat ourselves in a bench right at the main keep. |
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| ..and made a little friend. |
We toured the fort and then set off to walk across town to the other, more personally memory soaked (for me) fort, along Calle Norzagaray.
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| Calle Norzagaray |
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| Garita Overlooking La Perla |
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| The old Aquaduct covers are even charming. |
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| Heading up the hill toward Castillo San Filipe del Morro |
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| Silhouette of "el Morro" and garita. |
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| El Morro Lighthouse. |
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| Guardhouse |
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| Mom's Cannon. (my mother would sit here and smoke {gasp} back when she'd bring me here) |
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| my personal favorite garita. Perhaps because i remember it from trips with my mother. |
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| View from my favorite garita at el morro |
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| Another of the el Morro lighthouse |
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| the sign :) |
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| Castillo San Felipe del Morro walls and garita. |
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| garita |
After we toured the for and it's grounds we headed out into the old city. working our way toward dinner.
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| Leaving El Morro |
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| Park Square |
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| Agua is charming |
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The quaint Caribbean classic that is Old San Juan speaks directly to my soul
with it's happy colors, Spanish architecture, and even it's crowded-ness. |
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| Love the Balcony |
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The narrow cobblestone streets aren't made for automobiles, yet they park.
Tenaciously. |
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| Ah, Dinner time. |
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| The narrow streets at night |
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| The Norwegian Breakaway has every light burning when we return. |
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