A working class neighborhood
Let me quote from my travel journal: "In the afternoon I left the centre of the old city of Cartagena behind me, crossed the Puerta del Reloj, and went to Gethsemane. In this neighbourhood I found food stalls with fried sausages and cheese, roast beef skewers, invading every corner of the colourful houses. Quite a few of the people seemed drunk already, and I saw beggars and drunks, prostitutes getting an early start to their evening, and more. Coroncoro restaurant was already full. I came back a while later for the traditional dish of the day (fish, meat or chicken with sweet rice made with raisins and coconut, cassava or fried plantains and salad seasoned with cilantro), which has become my favorite.