Colonia del Sacramento

It is winter in Colonia.

The Sycamore trees stand naked: their bare branches reach into the air like flesh-less fingers.

The crooked blue table-clothed tables stay quiet: the finely-wrapped cutlery rolls onto the cobblestoned ground.

Hotel doors are shut. Huge rows of stacked wood rest along the white-washed walls.

The streets are empty. A wooden carriage has been abandoned.

A few antique cars rest beside low-lying colonial home whose doors remain closed. One car has been transformed into a garden: it is a lovely mélange of the abiotic and the biotic, of the living and the dead.

Many people pass through Buenos Aires, Argentina by day. These travelers tend to lose a very important part of the spirit of the Colony's restaurants with its tables on lanter-lit cobblestone streets, live musicians and people dancing between cars, in the light of the moon and in the lighthouse lit background.

The old Colonia del Sacramento has a path that's of Portuguese origin. It's a very nice area that's right in the middle of Cologne. The thick stone walls of the homes are supportive, the tile roofs are sturdy, the interior's ceramic floors and stone exteriors are definitely the most characteristic and impressive things in the area. Although there are still some buildings such as Viceroy's House calls, home to Admiral Brown (which is now the municipal museum), Mitre House, Convent of St. Francis Xavier, Church of the Blessed Sacrament, the old walls, part of the city gate and several homes. I highly