If you find yourself in Old San Juan and you follow the right
cobblestone street, down the proper narrow alleyways, past the correct
two-story, Spanish-style, a-touch-too-bright-but-not-quite-gaudy orange
apartment building you will see a park. It is unassuming in the purest sense.
Literally, it assumes nothing. It can’t because assumptions are a luxury only
afforded to sentient beings and this park is simply a diminutive but well
apportioned arrangement of trees and benches with a gazebo and some ivy thrown
in for good measure.
