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Aguardiente, Caribbean Sea, Carlos Fuentes, Cartagena, Colombia, El Boliche, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, James Joyce, John Cage, KGB Coffee, La Cevicheria, LA International New Music Festival, La Mulatta, Love and Other Demons, Love in the Time of Cholera, Milagros Dulces, Plaza Simon Bolivar
A lavender door in Cartagena, a UNESCO World Heritage City.
“The very life of the colonial city was an illusion of memory.” Gabriel García Márquez Love in the Time of Cholera.
My first impression of Cartagena de Indias was of its doors. Some were closed, others open, but they were all beautiful, redolent of a deceased Spanish power that was ultimately unable to control the collision of races and cultures populating its New World and that still search for ways to share life together. In Cartagena, Beethoven’s Fate slams on doors with weighty brass knockers, ancient Janus opens both ways, while Márquez’s dogmatic Bishop in Love and Other Demons conducts his exorcisms with the eternal pounding of sinister fear.
