Valparaiso
How funny you are
Put up a hostel on every one of your 40 hills
And opened your tourist spots even on Sundays
But couldn't be bothered to pick up the dog poop.
That was my homage to Valparaiso, Pablo Neruda-style. He lived there and wrote a lot about it (although it seems like every corner of Chile claims the same about its national poet).
Either way, if I didn't have these photos below to communicate Valparaiso, I think this anecdote pretty well sums up the place: I was so captivated by the spectacular views, colorful facades, and provocative street art when I clambered through these hills that I neglected to notice stepping in dog poop three separate times.
In the spirit of more photos, less words, I completely skimped on captions this time.
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