This is Taganga, it’sraw and always hot. The people are poor, and there’s no water, but it is an honest town, in the way towns like these are. The truth is a mixture, a combination, of the vice and the virtue expressed by those that live there. There is nothing to hide because it is all exposed.

Early in the morning, when the fisherman push their boats out to sea, their feet drip sparkling drops of water when they jump on board. The windblows cleanand fresh from the ocean and it is the only ti...