spotted shell

In Boca la Caja you can see two cities in one. Many prefer the farmed Panama over the wild, maritime variety. The one that is incubated in post-capitalism and brimming over with investments from tax-evading foreigners and shell companies. That smells of First World perfume, not Third World fish. That doesn’t bite.

Beneath Panama City’s gleaming skyscrapers, a traditional fishing neighborhood survives.