Vigan: From Daybreak to Nightfall

Vigan has a story that is as lovely and romantic as its cobblestone streets, horse-drawn carriages, and colonial houses.DSC_8559

On my third visit, one of the hotel owners had shared it with us, and it made me love the city even more. My friends and I were at the top floor in the hotel’s dining area, a spacious room with wide windows that overlooked Calle Crisologo and let streams of sunlight in. The owner, a short-haired woman with a gracious smile, sat with us to talk while we had our fill of Vigan longganisa, sunny-side up eggs, and garlic rice.

When our conversation turned to Calle Crisologo, her voice took on the tone of someone about to divulge a juicy piece of gossip. She leaned in and told us about a love story that was popular among the locals.

Before World War II, a Japanese Military Commander had been assigned to the city and fallen in love with a local. And as all good tales go, this affair bore them a child.Towards the end of the war, however, the Japanese were ordered to retreat and raze the cities they left behind so that they could not be used by the returning Americans. Wishing to keep his family safe, the military commander left his lover and child with a priest, who promised he would do so on the condition that the Japanese do not burn Vigan down. The military commander consented and the city was saved. Calle Crisologo, which was preserved through the years, became known among the locals as “A Street Spared for Love.” (I searched the story online later on and found out that the name of the Japanese commander was Captain Fujiro Takahashi, and the girl was Adela Tolentino. Their love story has since been adapted into a play entitled “Babae ng Digmaan” and a movie called “Iliw.”)

What struck me was how beautiful she looked at any time of the day, under any kind of weather. I walked along the quiet streets at dawn and felt myself transported to a different time. The sunlight would creep in, brushing gently against roofs and walls, illuminating cracks and exposed brick which added to the charm of the place.DSC_8560DSC_8630At noon, it would be hot and humid, but the streets would be brimming with activity as people hopped from one colorfully decorated store to another, some munching on crunchy orange snacks famously known as Ilocos empanada. If the heat became too unbearable, a kalesa would be at your side in a heartbeat and would whisk you away, down the road, past museums and churches, and towards craftsmen who’d let you mold your own version of the burnay jar, which always looked lopsided and awkward next to their works of art.

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At dusk, everything would take on a golden hue: the cobblestone streets, the capiz windows, the wooden doors, the hanging ornaments, the kalesas, and even the smiling faces of its drivers.
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DSC_8449And at night, everything would be still and quiet, the streets emptied of the chattering crowds and clanking hooves. You’d expect that it would turn into something like a ghost town with its antiquated houses and deep, dark windows. But the streets welcome you like an old friend, and the lamps glow fiercely, lending its orange light to those who want to wander under the night sky and relive a small piece of history.DSC_8542DSC_8546DSC_8466Vigan has just been shortlisted for the New7Wonders Cities of the World! Show your support by voting for this lovely city here: www.n7w.com/cities/en.

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