A green mountain fills the sky behind the rooftops, its summit often wrapped in the silvery cloud that gave the port its name. Down at street level the scale shrinks to fretwork balconies on Victorian houses, a drop of amber glowing in a museum case and a canopy of colored umbrellas over Calle San Felipe.
Past the old center, the Malecón follows the Atlantic to the stone walls of Fortaleza San Felipe, and families fill its benches when the heat lifts in the evening. Days stay warm all year, and winter cold fronts bring the heaviest showers. A Local Friend can lead you to a favorite corner of town and tell you the story that makes it theirs.
