Magic and melancholy in Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Macondo

A cycle rickshaw, Aracataca (Photo Stephen Woodman).JPGFrom the moment my bus rumbles to a stop outside Aracataca station, I have the sense that an entire sleeping village is rising from my memory. The scorched streets, rusted tin roofs and dusty almond trees—I instantly recognise it all from my imagination.

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