I've spent the day trying to work out why i love this place. There's poverty, decay, eyesores; the port's horrible but somehow this all adds rather than detracts. It's the imperfections. Juxtapostion central. Beauty and the beast. Whatever, it works for me - every street you see something different, you feel obliged to walk up it (this gets painful after a while), but you are always rewarded with a new perspective or a different colour or ...... there's just so much.
I walked to Neruda's museum today following Av. Alemania, the views as you were swept along the hillside were truly staggering.
It's getting dark and the lights are coming on, time for a beer on the terrace whilst watching the show. I don't think i've ever told anyone to go anywhere. (Apart from back where they came from!) Come here.
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