So, how do you actually say goodbye to a city like Santo Domingo after ten days of chasing shadows and memories? I came back here looking for a "tipping point"—searching for a sign of which way the scales had tipped since I last walked these streets.
The truth? I still don’t have a clue.
Santo Domingo is a beautiful, confusing contradiction. It has changed, of course—some of it polished and new, some of it wearing the heavy toll of time. But maybe expecting a clear verdict from a city that has been reinventing itself for over 500 years was my own mistake. You don’t "solve" a place like this; you just experience it.
And yet, despite the uncertainty and the "not-so-great" bits that come with any real evolution, the pull is still there. I’m leaving with more questions than I started with, but also with a certainty I didn't expect: I will be back.
But for now, I’ll let the images do the rest of the talking. Here is one last look at the heart of the DR...
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| Columbus Alcazar |
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| Monasterio de San Francisco |
Jorge, you are really doing a fine job on this blog. I'm enjoying the photography and the commentary. Looks like that cannon spent some time under water. I've you thought about going to Thomas Edison's summer home in Fort Meyers Florida ?(I think that's right).
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