During the lent, I was wandering around the metro and it was so frustrating that major establishments were closed. The bustling thoroughfares on normal days were unbelievably clear and silent. Due to the population scarcity on those days, I took advantage to roam around Makati and Manila. Here’s where I have been to 😉
Graffiti walls along Reposo St. Makati
Reposo street in Makati – touted as the art center in our country’s central business district. Art galleries are ubiquitous in the area. The most popular are Alliance Francaise de Manille which hold art events and exhibitions and LRI design Plaza, a one stop shop for art decos and one of a kind furniture.
The walls along the street are entirely devoted for graffiti paintings. Unlike the usual hip- hop graffiti found under the pasig river bridge, the graffiti in Makati are colorful and lively. The images are reaching out a strong social messages to the people from all walks of life. One wall delivers a message about caring and preserving our trees . It requires no entrance fee to treat our eyes with visual feasts.
Then I moved to Malate district. Juggling the street is probably no ordinary for sidewalk musicians. They spent their lives on the streets with their guitar, flute and improvised speaker. They entertain us with their music. Thousands of people pass them by on a daily basis, and since we are all busy minding our own, they remain unnoticed. We sometimes acknowledge them, a quick glance then we head toward our own destinations. Most of the times, we drop a coin because we pity them for their undeserved misfortune.
Of course, I did not dare to miss Roxas Boulevard, the sun had set by then and the boulevard is illuminated by bright and colorful street lights. It’s this stunning street that takes me through vision of Manila by night. I found a spot to sit on a ledge and closely observed the surroundings. I have noticed that the boulevard is a lovers venue , moreover a haven for runners and joggers.
It was getting late, slowly people were abandoning the area, an old man in front of me stretched his body on a bench calling it a good night. Roxas Boulevard was empty, bright and peaceful.
That day I found myself everywhere. I was sure I had my fair share of slices of life in the metro.