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Collection A Narratives:
Port-au-Prince pages
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Markets & the Role of Women in Haitian Society
Festivals: Carnival & Rara
Photo Collections A:
En Route to Haiti
Haiti, Mountains
Haiti,
Port-au-Prince
Haiti,
Port-au-Prince, Iron Market
Haiti,
Port-au-Prince, road leading to bay
Haiti,
Port-au-Prince, port area
Haiti,
Port-au-Prince city scenes
Haiti,
Port-au-Prince Hotel Excelsior
Haiti,
Port-au-Prince Carnival
Haiti, Carrefour
du Fort, pre-Easter festival of Rara
Situated in a shallow bowl, the city is surrounded by hills to the South and East, with exits to a narrow coastal plain to the West and North. Originally, well-to-do families built their houses near the harbor where government offices and business activities are located. As in other Latin American cities, the poorer people increasingly populated the hillsides. The wealthier then began moving up higher into the hills as roads were constructed, first to Pétionville and then, by 1930, to Kenscoff. The city and its surroundings clearly reflected the deep divisions of the society as a whole.
In 1947–8 only one tourist hotel had been constructed at a somewhat higher altitude. Truman Capote (1948:120), who visited Haiti for some weeks in 1948, described the view, with some artistic license, from the American-owned Olaffson hotel:
“From the terrace where in the mornings I sit…I can see the mountains sliding blue and bluer into the harbor bay; below there is the whole of Port-au-Prince, a town whose colors are paled into peeling historical pastels by centuries of sun: sky-gray cathedral, hyacinth fountain, green-rust fence. To the left, and like a city within this other, there is a great chalk garden of baroque stone: here is the cemetery.”
Bourguignon, in his novel The Greener Grass, writes of the city as seen from a loftier altitude, as the narrator’s plane takes off:
“In the last flash, I saw the city again. All the streets, the markets, the houses. The Champ-de-Mars and the presidential palace, all white, like a newly painted toy. And now the bay, as blue and deep as a Norwegian fjord, and all around the mountains covered with an extravagant vegetation of the most sumptuous green. The entire island seemed of the most delicate emerald green, with a few yellow stripes for the roads and some white dots for the buildings” (p. 18). [Fifty some years later, with the country’s disastrous state of erosion, it is difficult to remember what now seems unimaginable splendor.]
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