Out of the blue this week I have been gifted two books by lovely friends. Both books look fascinating and are on topics close to my heart - Buenos Aires and French women. Thank you Libby and Suad. The only difficult thing is to decide which one shall I read first.
I love the language and word-based art of Argentinian artists Léon Ferrari and . Much of his work is illegible, but you make can out some of the letters and it is clear that it is text. Some of it, the text is quite clear, but very carefully placed on the page for aesthetic effect.
From the roof of death, the unstoppable force of life sprouts. Sheltered by the wings of angels, a multitude of flora creates new life in the Recoleta Cemetery, defying the fixedness of stone and mocking all notions of the permanence of life or death.
What delicious little packages empanadas are! A hand sized pastry pillow encasing a tasty savoury filling. Every part of Argentina and South America has their own signature variety with different fillings, some baked, others fried. I don't know if there is a specific Buenos Aires empanada, but I would agree with other gastronomers that El
I always get a kick out of learning something new, and this month in Buenos Aires has been like a giant kick up the bum! I've learned to get by in Spanish, negotiate a new city and dance a new and very difficult dance. I still have a an awful lot to learn, but I'm
There is a sense of completeness in closing the cover of a book after reading the last page. The reading experience continues as you digest the words, pages, ideas and stories, but the actual reading is done. For me there is always a calm that comes with that closure, as I won't start a new
Shape, form, texture, colour, perspective: I'm always drawn to sculpture. The Museo del Arte Moderno has a fabulous and large collection of sculpture (as well as 2D works) from the turn of the century through to today. My favourites were the early 20th century cubist sculptures and the indigenous works, which is no coincidence as
I confess, it's late. 3am to be precise. That's what you do here in Tango-land on Thursday nights, and I left early! The day began early with a tango class at 11:15am, included a concert in the early evening of top notch tango music, and finished after a lovely night of dancing with fellow students
El Ateneo is usually described as 'the most beautiful bookshop in the world' and I cannot argue. It is certainly the most beautiful bookshop I've ever set foot in. Housed in the stunning and well kept Gran Splendid theatre (which first opened in 1919), it is an absolute treat to be surrounded by books as