The next morning the city seemed to be another: the deserted streets of the previous evening had given way to a river of people engaged in activities more varied. A bit bewildered by the continual change we have power and plunged into chaos, heading towards one of the main squares: Piazza Botero, adjacent to the palace of art. From there, through a number of tourist information retrieved from a billboard located right in the middle of the square, we plan the remainder of the day heading immediately to the Metropolitan Cathedral. One of the reasons that have led us to
Medellin was the recent establishment of metrocable, a sort of cable that connected the lower part of the city with the high-end, mainly inhabited by poorer people. Against our expectations, rising on metrocable, we were in front of a queue incredible that fortunately proved to be fairly fluently and in about fifteen minutes we reached the summit. Arrived at the top we found a pleasant surprise: it was being fair city for the promotion of the district, nothing exceptional but still nice and full of local products. But the thing that most impressed us was not so much the marketplace as the landscape that you could be enjoying them on below us stretched in its immensity, the city of
Medellin, a stretch of houses and lights that seemed never to end situated in a valley enclosed by high hills also chock full of the built environment. After we paused at the top and you have taken any photos of the event was time to get out and back to the heart of the city. New ticket and a new race this time in the opposite direction and we're back in the subway. Leave the station and we traveled the few blocks that separated us from our hotel and then get down to looking for a place where you can have your dinner. Unfortunately, the time available to us had come to an end, we had certainly not been able to make the most of the city but the next morning our march would be due at the sight of the share capital.