Daniella led us from the light tube square past a lovely old warehouse that was now the Education Ministry.
We entered a pedestrian mall lined with stalls selling everything from “Adidas” to batteries to bananas. 680 more words
Michael was, literally, a walking encyclopedia of knowledge about Colombia’s war-torn history. That’s an overused term, “war torn,” but it fits. We whizzed through a museum complex that featured fine art, massive coin-minting equipment, and gold objects. 662 more words