A busy dog walker.
We stayed in a high rise amidst the skyscrapers of bustling Panama City last January. We even played a few rounds in the towering Trump casino and joked about him becoming our next president. Ha! We laughed and laughed, thinking it would only happen when pigs fly. Gulp. Good grief. It did.
Panama City was a completely new Central American experience. But the old quarter or Casco Veijo, with its more familiar gritty and crumbling facades, wasn't far away. We walked...
The skyscrapers loom in the distance as we passed this local fish market.
A load of bananas greeted us as we entered the old quarter. The historic part of Panama City.
Now where? My camera led the way...
Who ya gonna call?
This alley of graffiti and crumpled garbage cans was photography nirvana for me.
Casco Viejo is being restored and revitalized as we speak. But many empty ruins remain. One of them held a pop up food truck!
I just love these two gentleman passing time, wearing their Panama hats. It doesn't get more Panama than that!
This week, I reminisce about my vacation pets, Puffy and Petite, over on my other blog, The Chorus of the Crows
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