I set out into an urban part of town, with shops and businesses catering to residents rather than tourists. There was still plenty to see.I'm not sure if this was a graveyard or not, but it had that vibe. My thought upon seeing this, "Bring out your dead! And your whack graffiti."
I walked on by, now with Monty Python stuck in my head, but the sound of cicadas chirping away brought me back to take the snapshot and record some audio. I notice them all over now.
I thought I would circle the block, but being outside, in a beautiful city, with sites and sounds that weren't like that of old Rome, I kept going. I came to an intersection with an eye catching tower on one side and a fresh juice stand on the other.
I passed the juice stand thinking I wasn't quite ready to stop, and proceeded left up that side of the street. At the next corner there was a man, maybe in his 70s, seated on the curb with his left shoe half on, his pant leg rolled up as well as his left shirt sleeve. There were 3 or 4 other men standing around in a fashion that said this man was hurt, they were looking after him, and waiting with him. After realizing that they had the situation in hand, I stood by and watched for a minute. There was a guy dressed in a mechanic uniform, and the others were smartly dressed and middle aged. A minute later the injured man's wife pulled up in a little white Fiat, and with a concerned but grateful look she opened the passenger door and the men helped the man get up and shuffle to the car. It was a brief moment and a small act of human kindness, and it made my day. High five concerned citizens!I decided to make my way back to that tower and have a closer look. I saw that juice stand again, and there were a few customers sipping fresh coconut juice and lemonade. I ordered "un melone grande" which was a essentially a cantaloupe slushy.
It was too sweet, but it had bits of fruit in it, and it was cool and refreshing in the hot afternoon sun.Here's a look at the building just beyond that tower:
It looked to house apartments and small businesses. Fountain and round-about behind the last:
I didn't find a grocery store by then, and I had walked a zig zag route about 10 blocks from the hotel, so I started to head back. Along the way I saw this ramp leading to sliding doors about a floor underground, and there were palettes of drinks out front. I thought maybe it was a beverage outlet, but decided to have a look.It was a small underground grocery store, a Super Elite, that was reminiscent of stores in Japan, or that Gelson's in Marina Del Rey, only, 1/4 the size. I was happy to find a few snacks for the room, plus all the stuff we didn't bring.
On my walk back I walked along a street that passed through this impressive crenelated wall.
I should mention that every outing means my clothes are going to be heavy with sweat before long, so whenever I get back to the room I have to change and shower. I was about out of shirts, so I hung the one from this expedition by the open window to dry.Julien was ready to hit the road, so I cleaned up and we set out for The Pantheon. TBC...