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San Juan Archisketching 1

My husband and I visited Old San Jan (Puerto Rico) at the end of October this year in an act of denial of the end of summer. We criscrossed the blue brick roads on foot in a color-induced daze, for San Juan is an archi-sketcher's dream city. I get a sense that the building owners of San Juan have collectively agreed that no two buildings in the town can be painted quite the same color, but all of the colors should be plausible options for fruit-flavored cereal pieces.

Drawing of Street Corner

Sketch of Street Corner

San Juan Street Corner

The overall effect is simultaneously ancient, yet tropical. In the sketch, these buildings could belong to a street in a small town in Spain or Italy, but the colored version places them in Puerto Rico, at least for me.

San Juan Street with Carousel

Colorful San Juan Buildings

Buildings reveal so much about a community. Given the history of hurricanes, the choice of bright colors for nearly everything in Puerto Rico, so vulnerable to wear and weather, strikes me as optimistic. 

Old San Juan has preserved its historic layout well. Given the narrowness and brick-ness of the streets, the cars that dare to traverse San Juan include a tiny and respectful crew of Ubers dropping people outside their hotels, then getting the heck out, as there is a $500 fine for parking in the streets.

As a result, pigeons abound, as do feral cats (somehow without noticeable conflict). 

Pigeons in San Juan Street

Life flows seamlessly between the indoors and outdoors due to the blissful weather. The cats choose sunny spots for basking and hiding places during the 15-minute rain spurts. 

Cats Basking on Vehicle

I must assume the owner of this SUV has money to burn on parking tickets.

Closer View of Cats on Vehicle

San Juan has made an effort to care for and (humanely) control the feral cat population via an organization called Save a Gato.  

Cat Food Dishes by Save a Gato

I can't help wondering how many cats climb on the terraces of the buildings, and even on the roofs, watching me when I'm unaware. 


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