El Morro, San Juan.


The main city streets of Old San Juan are guarded from the wind by all of its tight buildings and narrow streets. We came out through one of the city's many long sloping cobblestone streets, along the edge of the city, near the top entrance of La Perla. Beyond La Perla the island shelves off into sharp rocks, breaking surf and then the South Atlantic. A woman and her family sell kites and refreshments from a cart by the cemetery. We took our new kite, found an empty spot in the large grass field next to El Morro and let it go.