Camellot’s gone to heaven

To internet heaven, actually:

RIP Camellot, we’ll miss your cheerfull windows.

Arty obeliscs

A nice thing about Buenos Aires is that there is always something going on. These days, for instance, there is an Obelisc exhibition to celebrate Argentina’s Bicentennial.

It’s been done before, I know. Still, it gives you something to do and blog about.

Specially if you have to kill time as a security guard at the San Martin theatre…

Cello magic

I was at Güerrin at five o’clock today having pizza (yes, I’m that kind of girl) when something happened.

For a few seconds, over the noise of the restaurant, came the slow, deep voice of a cello. It must have been the first time a cello sounded at Güerrin, for all of a sudden everything paused. The noise, the waiters, even the clients stopped eating and stared into the direction of the music, wondering about the fantastic, although welcomed, event.

I don’t know why, but the music stopped shorlty after, just as unexpectedly as it had started. And everything went back to normal, as if the cello song had never happened.

I see you

A few days ago I run into this building:

Breathtaking. People pass by it, without even noticing it, as if it was possible to ignore it standing there, so beautiful, so graceful, so fragile and forgotten in the city’s downtown…