With happy hour drinks in hand, and surrounded by deep magenta bougainvillea in our apartment courtyard, Terri and I had a conversation about colorful cities. We paged back through our travels, and decided that San Miguel is the most colorful city we’ve ever visited.
In the historic center of San Miguel, it’s almost impossible to look in any direction and not see wonderful, vibrant colors. The private residences along cobblestone streets are the biggest source for color.
And of course, shops wouldn’t dare be drab.
The bedrock of this overwhelmingly Catholic community is its churches; the builders, and later restorers, made sure that when the flock looked on in reverence, they saw bright, rich colors.
In San Miguel it isn’t just the buildings that are colorful. There are also some very colorful characters in town. We saw an old hippie driving this car, and somber was not the first word that came to mind.
Being constantly surrounded by spectacular colors makes it easier to take color risks. How cool is this hot pink wall with a lavender hedge?
I wonder about children that grow up in such a colorful place. Do they have better imaginations? Do they dream in color?
Do you know of a colorful city? We’d love to hear.
James & Terri