Sunday afternoon in Old San Juan is usually a hopping time. The road along the water would be bumper to bumper, Calle San Sebastian’s restaurants and bars would be packed, and the park outside the forts would be pulsing with families flying kites and having picnics. But those were different times. Old San Juan is now a ghost town on Sundays. We easily avoid the handful of people we do run across on the sidewalks, fly kites for a bit, grab some takeaway dinner, and head for home. It’s quiet, and not what we were expecting or hoping for, but it is what it is. All we can do is wear masks and make the most out of being together in an empty Old Town that would normally be driving us mad because of all the pasty white gringos.
4 Comments on “San Juan Sunday”
Looks so Gorgeous but, very empty, the world is very different right now, love seeing all the bright and beautiful photos! Tell the kids to stop growing? and Grandma Theresa needs a post card! Sorry last one never got here. We could try message in a bottle.
I am so glad that you are able to move about and not stay stuck at the dock like on your last visit! I really felt for the kids then, though they handled it so well, little troopers! It is strange to see the empty streets for sure! Chins up! Keep smiling!
Pasty white gringos…lol……Gorgeous pictures…We are home from Mexico..took the long way back but will return in October hopefully…..Marilyn
Yes, hopefully is right. We are looking at October plans as well, but not feeling too confident about it.