My first encounter with photogenic San Juan...
part playground... part sculpture garden...
A climber? A work of art? Both?
Not your average park bench...
... or your typical industrial mishap.
Definitely not an industrial mishap.
Look close... there I am, in the reflection.
These kids were a riot. They loved having
their picture taken jumping off the bridge.
The leader does a back flip.
Notice the "No Diving" sign in the upper right.
A colorful life guard house... and ominous clouds.
My destination, Old San Juan, is in the distance.
A colorful public restroom...
... and cats everywhere.
This one feasting from a garbage can.
Hoofin' it on the road to Old San Juan...
... there at last!
Let's hear it for passion!
A magical world of stuff behind bars.
Click the photo to get a closer look.
Go left... no... STOP!
And then the weirdest thing... two severed feet
among the blue cobblestones of Old San Juan.
Bathsheba... queen of the alley cats.
Classic Old San Juan.
Note to self: next time shoot a block with cobblestones.
Last but not least... Emilia's favorite color.