As a child, the Central Market of Costa Rica seemed complicated and bustling to me; it wasn’t my favorite spot in San José.

One day we decided to just head out on the road... looking for a river to fish and swim in. We went towards Orotina, because we had heard of a nice place around there.

The people's fervor for the “Negrita” is incomparable; every year, more than 2,000 people make a pilgrimage on foot from their homes to the Basilica of Cartago.

Altough messy, often full with trash and a cacophony of sounds and smells. The city has a certain rhythm. And many have made of the streets their dominions.

For several years now this guy. -Who’s an identity I ignore-. Can be seen in San José almost every day. Fully painted in gold he is (I believe) the only current or at least the most regular living statue of the city.

This is Victor, farmer and salesman at Zapote Farmers Market. He knew me. Before I was able to know him. For as long as I can remember he has been a recurring face at the Zapote Farmer’s Market.

An elderly woman who for years made one of the doors of the central market her lottery-selling corner. Perhaps she arrived there before many other vendors, managing to nestle herself in a high-traffic area with guaranteed sales. I imagine her daily ritual

San José is full of activities if you know where to look—concerts, recitals, dances, movies, and theater. The city offers options for all tastes; you just have to know where to find them.

The change of attire for the Virgen de los Ángeles stands as one of the most emblematic rituals within Costa Rican celebratory culture.

For a short time, this man was a very recurring face in San José. He was always with his dog and his cat. He used to ask for money and let people pet his companions in return.

Our coffee is so good that even our bad coffee is better than the good coffee from other countries.