Looking back at my photos from this 2008 trip, I can see the beginnings of the same fascinations that still characterize my travel photography. Signs and graffiti, to name two.
Some of the signs for professional offices had a beautiful, simple elegance about them.
Others were cheerfully cluttered with text and gave me the impression that you could obtain any kind of service within.
And then there was this sign for a fried chicken joint, which amused me every time I passed by.
I’m not sure, but I think this was a little love poem, a declaration of affection for one lucky Dario. But maybe some of my more fluent Spanish-speaking readers can set me straight.
There were a lot of political murals and signs. And many, but not all, of them were in support of Daniel Ortega’s Sandinista party.
This, below, was a popular political sentiment at the time. Still is.
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