After all of this seemingly random wandering about, we found where the fabric is sold in the Old City.
The window displays are wonderful and the shelves are piled high with fabric. The only downside is that I didn't have the time to really shop. I suppose, in the greater scheme, anything would have been fine.
These are all from the square just inside the clock tower entrance.
Goodbye, Cartagena. I'll see you again another time.
Standing on something that was constructed so long ago while watching modern trucks and cars drive by often strikes me as more than a little odd.
Someone told us that the cannons were added more recently. For the tourists.
Since there is more than a little humidity, my hair was spectacular.
This is a shot from a foot bridge over an entrance into the city. I told you there would be cars.
Another shot of the clock tower entrance.
I'm certain there is a name for this Plaza. I'm also certain that I don't remember what it is. I can tell you that the Hark Rock Cafe is nearby.
The narrow, cramped streets in Old City are filled with people and cars. Okay, so there aren't any cars on this one, you must trust me on the cars. 
This plaza filled with tables and chairs is the seating area for little restaurants around the perimeter of the square. Not really knowing it, we had meals from two different establishments. It still amazes me how many people in Columbia expected me to be able to speak any semblance of Spanish. At least I can reliably ask for the ladies room.
The robust woman is a popular image in Cartagena. Not only is there this huge bronze statue of her, you can also pick up small statues as a keepsake.
This is an entrance to Old Town.
On our way out (I didn't get many pictures this day since the light wasn't all that great) we caught a performance of native dance.
Complete with costumes and wonderful live music. 
Sorry, I didn't capture that.
A last shot of the clock tower on the way out.
I took entirely too many pictures, so I'll break it up into a few posts.
We stopped in Florida a couple times, but that isn't really interesting. These pictures are all from our entry into the port in Cartagena, Columbia.
The most important thing you need to know about this trip is that my Spanish is still horrible. 
No matter what people may say, your foreign language skills do not improve with the liberal application of alcoholic beverages.
I promise to find some pictures of people for the next post. I did take pictures of people. Really.
