After landing in Cartagena Frank, Joanne and Kathie took a taxi to the apartment at Los Balcones in the San Diego area. We were met by the owner’s parents who showed us around the apartment. Efraim walked us to the corner to see where a grocery market was and some good restaurants. Grocery shopping was first on our things to do. Since our friend Kathie had never been to Cartagena, we walked to San Diego Plaza and then further on to the corner bar/restaurant that we had frequented last time to meet our friend Alex. After lighting up our friend’s face we continued to another corner bar called KGB, and as you can imagine it is a Russian themed bar. Gustavo, the owner, was not present so we got reunited with some of the employees we had met before. We did get to see Gustavo a few days later and we had smiles and hugs. Since this is not a restaurant and we were hungry it was time for a pizza.
The next day we walked to the other side of Cartagena called the Centro area. We passed by the Clock Tower, Plaza de la Aduana, and Plaza de San Pedro Claver, noting the amazing metal sculptures symbolizing everyday life, such as someone at the sewing machine, someone on a bicycle, men playing cards, etc. We were getting hot but knew a great restaurant called Santa Maria del Mar and stopped outside under an umbrella for some refreshing cocktails. The Museo Naval del Caribe, next door is a two storied colonial building portraying the history of the Colombian Navy. There we were treated to a dance group performing in the auditorium. Being hungry we headed back to Santa Maria del Mar for a delicious lunch inside. The waiter had to smile when he remembered us from before when he found us a corkscrew for our wines in our room. It was time to head back to our apartment for a nap. At the top of the wall there is an outside restaurant with seating for over a hundred revelers who go there to watch the sunset. Leaving there we walked back to the Clock Tower to view the lights at night.
Behind the Clock Tower you can see the Catedral lit up also. And directly across the road are more lights leading to Getsemani
After getting lost in Getsemani we finally wandered up a street and found a restaurant we had read about called Lunatico. There was no lunacy in the restaurant, yum, yum.
Our usual day was walking around discovering various restaurants for lunch or an afternoon glass of wine to cool us down. There are so many places it is impossible to try them all. They range from upscale places to little local restaurants that only take cash and various styles of cooking. It might be an upscale restaurant such as Monte Sacro at Plaza Bolivar where a filet mignon will only cost $16USD, or as low as $4 USD at the lower end of the spectrum. No matter which you choose the meal always consists of a bowl of soup, the main dish with rice or potatoes and a frosty lemonade. At Única we met the owner who is Mexican. We were so impressed with Dino that we made reservations for New Year’s Eve. Another wonderful place was Parilla Quebracho, an Argentinian restaurant. A whole pig was being roasted in a stand-up roaster, at least an eight-foot-tall spit where the pig rotates around the coals head down. Another Argentinian restaurant is Parilla Marzola. We also had a wonderful lunch at Espiritu Santo, a very popular spot that extends way to the back of the building with very tasty comida. Other places that we enjoyed were Bar Estrella where our friend Alex worked, Restaurant/Bar Totopo, Los Hijas de la Tostadas with live music, and El Bistro. For just drinking we chose Harry’s Sasson Bar at Hotel Charleston and KGB. Most evenings we cooked at home.
La Vieja Guardia became very special to us. It is a small restaurant attached to our building. We frequently ate lunch there and quite often stopped there on our way out or on our way home to enjoy a bottle of wine. The servers: Yurani (female), Elkn and Andres (Males) were so attentive and thoughtful. The place always lit up with their smiles.
We signed up for a Chocolate Workshop at Choco Museo. Here we learned the history of chocolate production. We started by roasting the beans, skinning them and making chocolate tea and milk the way the Maya and Conquistadors did. After that we turned our beans into thick chocolate and with that made our own chocolates, customized by the addition of nuts, candies and even hot peppers. These we took back to our apartment and enjoyed, none left to take home.
Across from KGB is a beautiful church, Iglesia de Santo Toribio, where we watched three weddings, each having a different motif as seen when the bride and groom emerged from the doors. Sometimes there were musicians, lighted bushes and dancers. Some left in a “55 Chevy Ragtop or a horse drawn carriage.
After this wedding we were treated to observe a horse parade with over a hundred Colombian Paso Fino horses that have a “four-beat lateral ambling gait” that made them look like they were dancing. This parade occurs only once every December.
One of the things we liked doing at night was observing the holiday lights. They were so beautiful in Parque Fernandez de Madrid, a park across from the church in San Diego.
We decided to take a horse drawn carriage to see lights in the Centro.
Plaza de Bolivar
We preferred to stay in our area of San Diego. So, to watch the sunset we walked up to the top of the wall to the Restaurant Café del Mar. It is outdoor seating of heavy wooden couches, chairs and various wooden tables seating a couple hundred people. Once the sun sets the music begins.
For some fun and good Cuban music we stop in the corner restaurant, Cuba 1940.
And at another corner bar named La Esquina Sandiegana we enjoyed salsa music and dancing.
The owner has an enormous collection of salsa CDs. We had our own salsa teacher.
We love the architecture. You can see in this photo and the previous one the tiled roofs, flowers flowing over the balconies, and the streets are impeccably clean.
Another street scene involves the early morning fruit vendor. She would come down the street starting around 6:30 a.m. singing out the fruits of the day for sale. Frank would meet her outside our apartment and buy the best she had to offer, and the melons, papayas, avocados and passion fruit were delicious.
She was full of life and that is the way to light up your morning. One time she even knocked on our door to make sure we got something special that day. Hope you can listen to here singing about her wares.
We also discovered on our walk along the wall is the renovated bull fighting ring. It is now a mall with upscale shops and restaurants. It was also named over the front entrance “Circle Theater”. A big New Year’s Eve celebration took place there.
The two biggest celebrations for us was Christmas and New Year’s Eve. For Christmas we had a wonderful Argentinian meal at Parilla Marzola. We dined on tri-tip roast, lamb and a variety of roasted peppers, onions and potatoes. Of course, a bottle of their wonderful red wine completed the dinner.
And because we did not receive any presents our server Yurani at La Viega Guardia gave us each a small bag with a Mexican style hat key chain and Kathie and I also got a small bracelet, mine with butterflies and Kathie’s had shells. Frank got a bottle opener that was attached to the top of a miniature full mug of Club Colombia beer.
New Year’s Eve was an extravaganza. Some of the streets were blocked off and tables and chairs were set up with white tablecloths and good china and glassware. There was music everywhere. Our Mexican dinner at Única include a Mariachi band. What fun!
Since the roofs are tile and therefore in no danger of catching on fire from fireworks they exploded in the air in all directions. AWESOME!
It was time to say good-bye to our friends at La Vieja Guardia. We had just recently met the
co-owner Néne. She is also a chef and we had some good laughs with her since she spoke good English. She operates a wonderful and friendly little place. Each table has dominoes and a deck of cards. You do not feel obliged to eat and run. Néne is a very busy person and has accomplished a lot and will continue to do so.
It was a wonderful 28 days. We were sorry to leave and hope to re-visit again to see old friends and new friends.
Frank and I flew into Marseille Airport and headed off to our apartment in La Ciotat in Provence on the Mediterranean. Entering our apartment, we knew we were going to enjoy our two week stay. Michelle, the resident on the first floor, was delightful and we had many chats and laughs together during our two weeks. But now we are hungry and in search for a bite to eat. While exploring the many narrow streets we stopped at Plaza Carnot to watch a fashion show with moms and daughters wearing the outfits from a store in this plaza. We took a table at La Palette and enjoyed the Planche du Sud, a chacuterie platter. After eating we stopped in at Hemingway’s and the girls fixed us a customized chacuterie platter and sold us bottle of Bandol Rose to sip along with it later on back in our apartment.
Since we had not stopped for groceries, the next day we were in search of a Patisserie for breakfast. We found Maison Lêvêque just up the street. We sat at a little table and were served our choices of vanilla éclair and pain chocolate (chocolate croissant) along with a great cup of coffee. This became our go to place for breakfast every other day.
Joanne with Madame
Yes, we are back in France and back in Provence. We weren’t sure where in France we wanted to go this year. We had been on the east side of Provence, Marseilles and the surrounding well- known villages such as Nimes, Arles, Aix en Provence, on the northern part from Avignon to Gordes across the gorges and back down to Nice. The part of Provence we overlooked was the villages on the Mediterranean between St. Tropez and Marseilles. Since 2007 I have been reading a blog three times a week called “French Word a Day”, written by Kristin Espinesse.
She has also written four books which I have purchased. She writes wonderful stories about living in France, after leaving Arizona, marrying her French husband and bringing up her son and daughter. They are stories of her everyday life, it’s ups and downs, but always with a positive slant. I felt like I knew them personally and then she wrote that they were moving to La Ciotat, one of the towns we had overlooked on the Mediterranean coast. That was the deciding factor and I hoped to be able to meet her. And we did. Kristin met us at L’Indiana, a beachside restaurant, close to where she is living, and we spent over an hour chatting about our lives. I brought along one of her books and she graciously autographed it for me.
Kristin & Joanne – Book: FIRST FRENCH ESSAIS Venturing into Writing, Marriage & France
In this book, as in all her other books and blogs, she slips in French words with the translations at the end. The book cover partially shows one of the precious friends she has made. In a year’s time he shared with her his knowledge of the plants of Provence. There is a special chapter at the end explaining how that friendship developed.
Yesterday was the Sunday market and a good time to buy some fresh produce. I bought some beautiful leeks and then at the marche (grocery store) purchased what else we needed to make vichyssoise; our first home made meal in the apartment, which I put in the refrigerator for our evening meal. Later that day we strolled along the Vieux Port and stopped to enjoy an outside lunch of andouillette, a Classique omelet and a pichet (carafe) of cold rosé. We also stopped into a cinema to see what was playing and if it would fit into our schedule. We decided each day we would eat our lunch (Plat du Jour) in town, and of course, that always included a pichet of cold rosé (2 glasses each), typical cost for two was $32 USD. Our evening meal we ate at home.
We loved walking around all the winding streets and discovering a variety of stores, restaurants while noticing the architecture of the buildings. We loved seeing these cans filled with flowering plants.
At cocktail time we discovered a little bar/restaurant called L’appart Café around the corner from our apartment. After going there most evenings we felt like we made some friends, especially with the owner, Laurent, on the right.
“I prefer to drink with my friends than to drink with moderation” (Translation of below
Across the street is a walkway to the Cinema. The architecture is like that used on the Eiffel Tower.
After a delicious lunch of lamb chops and chicken with mushrooms at a Bar Tabac named La Petite Mousse we wandered around the quay, noting the Church, Église Notre-Dame de-l’Assomption, on the left side of the harbor with the museum at the end. When the Museum opened, we spent some time inside with the ancient history of La Ciotat on display. The boats in the photo are called pointus. The shipyard caters to mega yachts and that is on the right side of the harbor.
Musée Ciotaden after several wines.
The next day we planned a visit to Parc du Mugel, so we needed picnic food and found what we wanted at our patisserie along with some Compte cheese, olives, bottle of rosé and bottles of water. Off we trotted but quickly slowed down as we continued going uphill. Once there, WHEW! we followed a trail to a fountain which seemed a good place for our picnic. Then we hiked up to the top to the dome for a good view.
The following link will show more pictures and description of this pretty park in the Calanques.
The next day an Uber driver named Christophe drove us in his black Mercedes along the scenic Route de Cretes to Cassis. We stopped to view the awesome maritime cliffs of the Calanques. We stopped for coffee on the beach and then strolled around the village.
It is a beautiful village! We ate a delicious pizza at La Girandole enjoyed with a bottle of Cassis white wine from the Bodin Vineyard, as recommended by Kristin’s husband. It was market day with very busy vendors.
More pics of the area: http://www.calanques13.com/en/mugel-park.html
Flowers for Sale at the Market
Sunday was another market day and on our way there we stopped at Eden Theatre. This is the world’s oldest operating movie theater where the Lumière Brothers screened L’Arrivée d’un Train en Gare de la Ciotat in 1895. It showed a steam train pulling into the station at La Ciotat. It was so realistic that it has been said that some viewers were so scared that they ran out of the hall. “Eden” World’s First Movie Theatre
On Set – WHEW! Just missed me. A little further on we stopped at the Chapelle des Pénitents Bleus. The beautiful chapel was built in 1626. Inside were many photographs from local artists.
Chapelle des Pénitents Bleus
Today was less windy so we took a fifteen-minute bateau ride to Lile Verte, this is part of the Calanque national park. We hiked up the trail to the top to Fort Saint-Pierre. This is the highest point of the island and taken over and strengthened by the Germans in World War II. It was later heavily bombed, and you can see the craters in the ground and some of the remains of the buildings. Also, from these trails you can see the Cap d’Aigle (Eagle’s beak) opposite in the national park.
Back at the Vieux Port we stopped to refresh with a glass of wine at Le Bar Crystal. We struck up a conversation with the bartender/sommelier whose name was Vino. He looked familiar to us and we then learned he once bartended in St. Martin in the Caribbean back in the earlier years. We would fly there frequently in those earlier years and stay at a little place next door to L’Amandier where he was working. All three of us had a lot of a laughs as we recalled some of the same places we visited and some of the same characters in St. Martin that we knew.
Frank Vino Joanne
The next day we strolled around the town. It was market day in our neighborhood, which was disassembled by noon. We ate lunch at L’appart Café. After lunch we walked to Grand Plage walking along the park-like promenade Voie Douce, tracing the old railroad, allowing passage of the village. On the way back to our apartment we stopped to listen to some local musicians in the plaza in front of our patisserie and the cinema.
Another interesting stop that day was the Cemetery. The tombs had photos of the deceased encased in glass.
Wednesday, we walked back to L’Indiana to visit again with Kristin Espinesse. We wanted to see her again and let he know we really enjoyed La Ciotat. We promised we would keep in touch.
On our way back to our apartment we were in amazed to see that the trash collectors were young females. Just imagine this ever happening in St. Thomas!
Our last day in La Ciotat we revisited some of our familiar places: breakfast at Maison Lêvêque, lunch at Le Petite Mousse, wine at Le Bar Crystal to see Vino who told us where to buy a bottle of Condrieu (my favorite white wine), visit L’appart café to see Laurent, the restaurant was closed but we knew he would be across the street at Cercle de la Renaissance bar with other friends.
Frank and Tracy
The next day was Sunday and Tracy drove us to Concorneau, a seaside resort village. There we walked across the bridge connecting the mainland to the walled in town. We entered the Musée de la Pêche, a museum where we learned about the history of the fishing industry in this village. A tuna cannery was started here. At one time it was the arsenal and it also served as barracks. We also learned about the fishing techniques, shipbuilding, navigation and rescue operations. We boarded the M/V Hémérica, a fishing trawler in use until 1981. We wandered along the narrow streets with many shops and restaurants where we stopped for lunch at a creperie. Afterwards we walked along the wall to get a good view of the mainland. Tracy also drove along the seashore or our way back to La Chaland. We walked on the bridge over the canal. Click on the following link to learn more about this village and see some nice photos.
Joanne and Tracy
View of Concarneau mainland from walled in village
Monday Tracy drove us to the village of Huelgoat (pronounced Wellgwat). The village square is
surrounded by shops and restaurants. We couldn’t resist stopping in at a patisserie for a delicious pastry. Further on is a watermill and which leads into trails among moss covered boulders along the stream. There is even a one called Trembling Boulder and supposedly if your find the right spot you can make it tremble. It started to rain so we headed back into town and stopped at Creperie Des Myrtilles, a nice cozy spot for lunch. See more in the following link, and the following photos of Huelgoat boulders with Tracy and Frank.
Our next village we visited was Playben well known for the church Eglise St. Germain. The church was surrounded with scaffolding so we could not go inside. It is also well known for the elaborately carved Calvary in front of the church. It depicts the story of Easter.
This was our last night with Tracy. The next day she drove us back to Brest where we had rented a lovely room at Abalys Hotel. After checking in we all went to a restaurant on the next corner called Relais D’Alsace. We ate a wonderful meal of hake and chicken, Plat du Jour specials, and Frank had his favorite, Magret Canard (duck breast). With a Badoit Rouge (special water), a pichet of rosé, two coffees the meal for three of us came to USD $56.40. It was the best meal we had eaten, and the restaurant was elegant.
Nearby was the office of tourism. It was suggested that we stop to see Les Ateliers des Capucins. This place was once the naval dockyard where the ships were manufactured and repaired. It has since closed and restored as a cultural place. Inside are displays of some of the machinery that was used in the manufacturing of ships, parquet flooring for dancing, a media library and restaurants. You can also access it by cable car across the Penfeld River. We chose to walk the distance by strolling down the Rue de Siam, the commercial thoroughfare and walking across the vertical-lift bridge over the River.
We bought tickets for vising the Naval Museum. Retracing our steps, we stopped to visit the Tanguy Tower. It had just closed for lunch, so we looked for a restaurant nearby. Just below the Tower was a restaurant called L’abordage at the docks. It surely was a bar/restaurant for the pirates of years gone by; In fact, it probably still is. Once seated we were shown an assortment of salads buffet style. We tried everything and thought that was the meal of the day. However, we were then presented a plate of pork in onion sauce with small roasted potatoes. On the table was already a carafe of red wine and were told to help ourselves. That wasn’t all, because we were then offered our choice of chocolate cream parfait or chocolate mousse cake. The tower was still not ready to re-open, so we ordered another carafe of wine. All of that for the two of us came to 37.5 €!
Frank and Joanne at L’abordage Bar and Restaurante
Tour Tanguy is a museum of old Brest shown using dioramas and photos. The first floor has exhibits of major events and the second floor shows the streets and people in the area called Quartier de Recouvrance, just as it was in the past. This used to be a run-down district of families of fishermen and naval dockyard workers.
Across the river is the Naval Museum. You can see if from the Tour Tanguy. We had purchased tickets to tour this museum but when we got there it was closed, because it was Wednesday. We were refunded the purchase. This was a great disappointment for Frank.
On our way back to our hotel we walked along the promenade named Cours Dajot. It was built on a cliff and is nearly 500 meters long bordered with elm trees. From there you can view the commercial port. Along the walk we came across the American Monument, also known as the Rose Tower, commemorating the reception of the Americans in World War I.
After our big lunch we settled for just some snacks at a bar close to our hotel. In this photo you can see Frank with a locally made beer and wild boar sausage. That was just perfect for him. Frank, beer and wild boar sausage
Tracy’s House: Joanne preparing the potatoes and leeks for vichyssoise
In 1910 the game of boules was developed in the town of La Ciotat. It is a type of lawn bowling also called pétanque. We walked pass many people playing this game and Frank was invited to play.
Attached is the photo where Frank not only played but won.
ROMANCING THE STONE IN CARTEGNA, COLUMBIA – JANUARY 16-30, 2019
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We have always enjoyed visiting historical cities throughout Europe, Quebec and Old San Juan and beyond. This time we headed south to Colombia to the colonial city of Cartagena. Cartagena is a city surrounded by thick stone walls built as protection from enemies. The walls were constructed during a 25-year period being completed in 1796. The city is divided into three sections: the historical districts of El Centro and San Diego, and the outer walled in town is Getsemani (Pronounced)… Get-Some-Money. El Centro was home to the upper classes and San Diego was home to the middle classes. We stayed around the corner from the church shown above in El Centro in an old colonial home turned into a hotel named “Hotel Puertas de Cartagena”. The rooms were small, but the staff was wonderful as was the breakfast that was enjoyed in the inner courtyard. Instead of immediately looking for historic sites to visit we just strolled through the old town taking in the colonial architecture, the balconies covered with bougainvillea, the plazas, the massive churches, while stopping at some wonderful bars and restaurants serving delicious meals at a very low cost. The first night we strolled around the block noting where a small grocery store was and then stopping for a mojito outside on Plaza Fernandez Madrid. The next day we took a walk to Getsemani passing through the gate of entrance to the inner walled city called Puerta del Reloj. It was used as an armory and chapel and in 1888 a four-sided clock was added to a tower. https://hicartagena.com/clocktower/ Right click and open hyperlink for a view and history. On our way back we walked through Plaza de la Aduana, the oldest and largest plaza in Cartagena. It once was used a parade ground, now it is the City Hall and has a statue of Christopher Columbus. https://hicartagena.com/plaza-de-la-aduana/ Click and open this hyperlink. A little further up the road was the Naval Museum which we decided to save for another day. But next to it was a wonderful restaurant. Frank at Pepper Steak and Joanne had a salmon meal with fruit topping, and of course it was time to cool off with a mojito and a rum and lime drink. Now it was time to walk some more so we walked up on the wall (Las Muralles) to the gate at Baluarte de Santo Domingo through the Square and back to our neighborhood plaza. Across the street was a bar called KGB.It was a cool place and we frequented it often on our way back before our evening meal. It has a Russian military theme with Russian memorabilia covering the walls and ceiling such as helmets, Soviet cartoons, guns, hats and the inside room is like the inside of a Russian submarine. The tables were sewing machines with portholes for the tabletop.
The KGB Bar and some high ranking officers
The owner, Gustavo, put those hats on us
We told a friend that we would check out the marinas for him so the next day we took a taxi $1.50 USD to Club Nautico, located out of the city in Manga. We took some pictures and got some information regarding boat haul outs. Then we walked back to the City and passed Fort San Sebastian del Pastillilo, an angular fort to protect the bay. There was another marina called Club Pesca (Sport Fishing). We continued walking over the bridge back to Getsemani, passing all the book kiosks and the Obelisk in the Centennial Park, passing back through Plaza Aduana to Simon Boliver Park. Across the street was an upstairs restaurant called Montesucro with a balcony overlooking the park. It was expensive at $12.00 or so, but the fish was excellent, and the service was impeccable. We wandered back to Santo Domingo Square and stopped to enjoy and afternoon carafe of Tempranillo while listening to the musicians.
Returning to our room to change clothes for the evening we passed Beer Lover’s Bar and Frank tried a pint of English tap. At 5:30 we walked up to the top of the wall at Baluarte de Santo Domingo at Café del Mar for a huge party to watch the sunset. There were hundreds of people. See it in the following link. https://www.ticartagena.com/things-to-do/bars-nightlife/cafe-del-mar/
Across the street from our hotel is a bar/restaurant called La. Estrella. We stopped for a glass of wine and watched the fireworks. We frequently stopped there at night for a nightcap and a few times for a local lunch. We became friends with Alex who now sends us pictures of he, his wife and new baby!
Sunday, we regrouped in the morning taking notes and then went across the street for a local roast pork and chicken lunch. For the afternoon we strolled along the streets looking to take photos of the architecture of the streets. We also stopped in at Las Hijas de la Tostadas to enjoy a caipirinha and mojito and listen to the beautiful voice of a female singer with a guitarist. That became another of our favorite places, and we loved how the bartender, Raem, put together cocktails. We also loved our favorite waitresses, Louisa and Isabella. Louisa loved to sing along and dance. Louisa is on the right.
Monday we were picked up by Fabien Garcia and Jorge for a private tour. Our first stop was at Convento de la Popa. It is located on a 150m-high hill with tremendous views of all of Cartagena. La Virgen de la Candelaria is the patroness of the city and there is a beautiful image of her in the chapel. Also, there is a board with charms pinned on it for all those that have been healed by her. If it was a leg the charm is a leg, and so forth. There is a charming flower-filled patio outside of the chapel.
Driving back down the winding road we visited Castillo de San Felipe de Barajas. It is the greatest fortress ever built by the Spaniards and was never taken. We were led through some of the tunnels. They were built so that even a whisper could be heard, and one had to have a secret password which would be the click of your fingers, the stamping of the feet or a whisper. One of the stairways we went up you could not see anyone at the top but standing at the top at a certain distance you could see who was coming up the stairs from below. This fort was the backdrop for the 1984 filming of Romancing the Stone. So, use your imagination and pretend these next two characters are Michael Douglas and Kathleen Turner. (Of course, you might not be aware, but Turner was Joanne’s maiden name)
We returned to Plaza Aduana to visit a store selling emeralds. Because this store is affiliated with our tour company, we got a good discount on some raw emeralds embedded in rock. See photo at end of this journal.
We walked over to the Iglesia de San Pedro Claver in the Plaza de San Pedro. Pedro Claver was a Spanish monk who came to Cartagena and devoted himself to helping the enslaved people brought from Africa. He was called Apostle of the Blacks and canonized in 1888. There is a bronze statue out front of the convent with him and the slave that became his translator.
We were returned to our neighborhood to note the Teatro (Theater), now used for post graduates. The University is close by. Fabian pointed out the significance of the door knockers of many of the buildings:
Sea creatures = maritime or merchant business people lived in that house; Lizard = Royalty; Lion = army, military strength and power; and a Hand was for clergy. The larger the door knocker the wealthier were the inhabitants. It was a very informative tour that we enjoyed.
After our evening cocktail at KGB we ate dinner at Marzola, which is the last name of Gustavo (KGB). Since he is from Argentina this restaurant serves Argentinian food. The Patagonian lamb chops were delicious as were the fries and salsas. The lamb chops were served on a board and there was enough for both of us with a bottle of wine cost us $33.00 USD. Tenderloin was being grilled outside the door beckoning us to enter. Along with a bottle of good Argentinian wine what more could you ask for.
That meal was $38.00 USD. The ambiance is as funky as KGB.
The next day we tried lunch at Espiritu Santo a very popular local lunch spot. It is a huge cavernous restaurant with a huge turnover of clientele. Service is quick, efficient and enough food on the plate to share one entrée. Lunch for a meal for two each with a beer came to USD $7.50. From there we walked to Getsemani to locate Club Quienbra a good night spot to visit. We had a drink in the little bar downstairs and then strolled around the area. We took pictures of Café Havana and continued around a few blocks and stopped for a mango and strawberry daiquiri.
After dinner that night we stopped in at Cuba 1940 and listened to some real good music. See picture below. The man with the sunglasses is blind but had a great smile, which I didn’t capture in this photo
Continuing to stroll around the streets we bought some postcards and then tried to find a post office for three days. There is no such thing. What we finally found was a multipurpose store where we could buy stamps at the cash register. At the entrance there was a box attached to the doorway with a slot to drop in the cards. No one has yet to receive the cards, so much for mail service there.
We also took various pictures of the door knockers.
Note that there is a smaller door as part of the larger door. This is used for leaving and coming in order not to let in too much heat from the outside.
And remember the size of the doorknocker represents the amount of wealth.
That evening we stopped as usual at KGB and then wandered down the street for dinner and drinks with our friends at Las Hijas de la Tostada. We were always given nachos and salsa when we sat down. And as usual our favorite singer was performing, and we got hugs from Louisa and Isabella.
We decided to pay a visit to Museo de Petro Claver, savior of the slaves. The museum is in the convent, a three-story building surrounded by a tree filled courtyard. We spent an hour visiting all the rooms, some of which included the cell where Petro Claver lived and died. Also, inside are exhibits of religious art, pre-Colombian artifacts, Haitian paintings and African masks. The well in the courtyard is where he baptized the slaves. As you walk into the church next door one needs to notice the stained- glass windows, the Italian marble altar. His skull is visible in the glass coffin in the altar. Right click and open the following hyperlink for more information and photos. http://sanpedroclaver.co/home/sobre-el-museo/ Outside the church in San Pedro Claver Plaza re several metal sculptures. See the one below. There are also listening to a gramophone and card players, those photos shown at the end of this journal.
Being cocktail time, we stepped into “Zaitin” for some very special and refreshing cocktails. Joanne tried “Yoshi”, a combination of gin, lychee, kiwi and lime. She also tried “Madonna” with gin, ginger, mint and tonic. Frank was more traditional with Margaritas. The Yoshi required picking up the top glass sitting on a saucer of crushed ice and slices of kiwi.
That night we ate Argentinian barbecued tenderloin slices at Marzola following by more music at club Cuba 1940.
Our last Friday we found a small local restaurant called Porton de San Sebastian. There were only five or six tables and always filled. Frank ate lomo de pimiento (pepper steak) and Joann ate sea bass enjoyed with a bottle of Vino Tinto. This restaurant was also doing a large take-out business. We stopped at our open-air bar in Santo Domingo plaza and Frank bought a Colombian hat and I purchased coffee bracelets for myself and as gifts. That night we walked back up to Café Del Mar for the sunset and stayed for sax music. On the way back to our hotel we stopped in the see Raem, Louisa and Isabella at Les Hijas de la Tostada.
Saturday, we ate tacos at Hijas, then strolled the streets to the Clock Tower. We found Tu Candela and stopped for gin and tonics while checking out the place. This is where Obama’s secret service men were arrested with hooker’s and piles of cocaine on the table. Shame on them!! The upstairs opened in the evening, so we went back to check out the evening scene, but as usual it is a LATE-night scene. See photo at end of journal.
Sunday, after lunch at our little bar/restaurant across the street we wandered further into the center looking for La Movida Nightclub. It was closed on Sunday, so we went to Santa Teresa plaza we stopped at Harry’s Bar in Hotel Charleston Santa Teresa, an elegant ***** hotel. We left there and walked up the wall to Baluarte San Francisco Javier and then continued walking along the wall to Cafe del Mar.
Monday, we went back to Plaza Aduana and at lunch at the Bar de la Aduana connected to Sophia Hotel. Frank ordered a cazuela with shrimp, octopus, sausage and rice cooked and served in a cazuela bowl. Yum!! Joanne ordered vegetarian taco which came in diagonal slices. All was freshly prepared.
After lunch we visited the Naval Museum. It houses exhibits relating to the Naval Military and the Naval History of Cartagena. The building consists of two floors separated by two garden patios. The top floor also had exhibits and virtual interiors of patrol boats, anti-narco, and submarines.
Looking for Drug Runners.
The remainder of the day was typical for us now, stop at KGB, pizza for dinner and visit with our friends at Hijas and Bar Estrella.
Tuesday January 29 was our last day in Cartagena. We ate a local lunch at Espiritu of fish filete de plancha with papas cocida (potato salad). Because we liked the upstairs at Mondesucro we stopped in for a cocktail. Our bartender, Carlos, concocted the most interesting drinks, one was in glass that looked like a lightbulb. Then we took a quick tour of the gold museum showing Pre-Columbian land and culture. Before getting ready for dinner we said good-bye to our friends at KGB. That night we ate at a little elegant restaurant down one block away called Anacardas. Joanne ordered Banana Filete (fish) and Frank ordered Chuleta (pork chop), all enjoyed with a bottle of Spanish wine. Then we said our good-byes to our friends at Las Hijas.
Wednesday after our last breakfast in our patio we took a taxi back to the Airport and flew to Fort Lauderdale for the night to return to St. Thomas the following day.