I was less like a kid in a candy store and more like a crack addict in an unarmed cocaine lab. I greedily passed from stand to stand, slurping up all the free samples I could get my hands on – about six in an hour.
Women stuffed in skinny jeans a size too small clack by in heels that would be out of place in any other small town outside of Colombia. Farmers in mud-splashed gumboots wheel their bikes past taxi drivers racing around town, singing along to ranchero music blasting out of their cars.
The heart of Chapinero lies between Avenida Caracas and La Septima, and Calle 53 and Calle 67 (roughly), though the greater Chapinero area is much larger. I live in the neighborhood directly to the west, so I spend a lot of my time here. The neighborhood is famous for being Bogotá’s gayest, and is sometimes called ¨ChapiGay¨.
Pulgas is good for a few hours of admiring the creativity of the hand-painted mirrors, personally designed candles, and Beatles pillowcases. It’s kind of like a giant yard sale but cooler and with more or less crap for sale (depending on your perspective).