Did you like how I kind of kept you hanging with my last post, Behind every door…? I bet those ellipses really had you wondering. Wonder no more; it´s simple, behind every door, there´s a story.

Ok, so I didn´t actually knock on the doors and ask to come in, take photos and learn the story, but rest assure, I did take more photos. The story is historic downtown Santiago, the birthplace of this now booming city. In this phlog, I once more chose to focus on the details, the real life of downtown, therefore you won´t see the presidential palace or any other map marker, no, you´ll see the heart. This is the area that has seen it all, from becoming an independent nation, to massive earthquakes, to dictatorships, to an atheist, single mother president, to more massive earthquakes; and it´s survived it all. This is the area that I call home, whose streets I walk daily, for which my heart has a soft spot. Continue reading …there´s a story →