Valparaiso, a tumbling chaotic wonderland of colour, art and music. It captured our hearts from the moment we turned from the sea and drove up through the higgledy-piggledy mess of saturated character. On every corner was a new burst of love, another intense outbreak of inner hue.
It’s a run down, beautiful, dilapidated mess that’s built itself up through a love of life. It dances and explodes with imagination and poetry drips from its deepening foundation cracks. Valpo is in wonderful disarray and luxuriously snacks on the beatnik, boho spirits that fill it with joy.
Poet, Pablo Naruda put it much better than I ever could, “What nonsense you are… you never finish combing your hair… Fringed with colour, you ran. Mad.” Read the full poem, Ode to Valparaiso, here.
But that’s enough words, here’s why we love Valparaiso