The bay is surrounded by very tall steep sided verdant mountains giving it the appearance of a green mixing bowl, with us yachts as small pieces of macaroni bobbing around in a cup full of broth at the bottom. Waterfalls send fresh water into the bay clouding the water. The concrete street running through town is clean and neat. No litter anywhere. I can't identify.
Architecture has a French flavor- no cement square Ecuadorian buildings here.
No buildings bigger than two stories. The people are prosperous. The windows are tinted and scowels abound on the driver and passengers. Gone are the infamous beautiful wide Polynesian smiles. Colts and horses wander around downtown like stray dogs.