Viejo San Juan, Castillos y Garitas

Durante un viaje a Puerto Rico que hice en septiembre del 2010, fui al Viejo San Juan para tomar fotos de la vieja ciudad, y de los castillos San Critobal y San Felipe del Morro. Estas fueron algunas de las fotos que tomé.  (Click cualquier foto para verlas en tamaño grande.)































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