In Panama City, approaching the Pacific.  If you enlarge this, you can get a really good look at the double set of gates.  They remind me of the flappers on a pinball machine, somehow.  Mighty big pinball machine!  The whole thing feels like you’re in a movie.  But then, travel often does feel that way; as if all the visuals you’ve seen on screens suddenly are 3-D, materialized in front of your eyes.  I sure wish I could have touched some of these things, too; they were very foreign yet appealing and beckoning to the sense of touch.