I have a confession to make

 

I quite like Bogotá.

 

It’s usual for people to despair of its traffic jams and crime,

the lack of civic pride, the corruption of its politicians,

the potholes and the pollution.

 

But I like the climate, which means dandelions and gorse grow;

and the people are kind and polite (they are Colombians, after all);

the little dogs wear coats, and the bread is delicious.

I like its scale and ambition.

And some of my favourite people in the world were born there.

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