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We decided to walk the mile or two from our hotel to Casco Viejo. After a little while we encountered two cops on bicycles, who after the usual glance at our passports, explained that we were walking along a dangerous street (presumably the various family groups wandering along had highly dangerous children). So, they escorted us for a while, before handing us off to two of their colleagues as we reached the edge of their patch. All told we went through three sets of escorts in forty-five minutes: it's nice to feel cared for. |