We are in San José, where we will soon rendezvous with family, and travel on to the Southern Zone of this country. In one way or another, many a Costa Rica guidebook says “Don’t bother with San José”. The notion is often prettied up with reasons like “you want to see the REAL Costa Rica” or, “outside of a few museums, there’s nothing to do here”, or “it’s dirty and noisy, wouldn’t you rather be in the jungle or on a beach somewhere?”. It’s true that I might not want to stay here for a month, at least not without a focus or purpose for being here, but a person could easily spend a lot of time in this city, and never scratch the surface. I like San José. The streets are full of life. All ages and all sorts of people may be seen. Our first day here, we walked from our hostel to the National Museum of Art, a place we’d been meaning to go for years.
At daybreak, the city center revs into life.
No, I don’t know what it is, but water tower might be a good guess.
Everywhere you go, old and new juxtapose.
Here and there, vacant lots wait for their next incarnation. To the sides of these lots, neighboring buildings’ sides are often imprinted with the “shadows” left by what once adjoined them.
To watch the people in this country is fascinating.
People walking, people at work.
There was boldness, waiting at a bus stop.
The sides streets have a certain calm.
Old and new are everywhere.
The worn-down and down-and-out are here, too.
New and old. City and town.
A mother shops.
Back “home”, later in the day, we looked out a window on the other side of the hostel building.
And yes, the National Art Museum was work the walk. We’ll visit there in another post.