Bookshops and Old Stones
A few more pictures under the cut..
There's this bookshop in Buenos Aires called "Ateneo", in which used to be a large theatre called "Grand Splendid". Everytime I go down there I make time for a stroll, and also for a couple of "empanadas" and a strong espresso on the stage-turned-into-cafe. The vault is also interesting, preserving the original early XXth century painting commemorating the end of WWI...
In 2000 the theatre was turned into bookshop. One has to wonder what's going to happen to places like this, when more and more people -me included- get their reading electronic. Are these temples of the written word going to become sacred places of pilgrimage, or maybe forbidden, invitation-only underground places, once paper becomes banned? Anyway, it's always an experience.
Sorry again for the quality -lack of- of the pictures. Definitely my phone isn't up to the task.
There are three levels of books and two basement levels of music and movies, and armchairs scattered all around in case you want to just seat and read. It's a beautiful place.
While in Iguazu, we took a break from the waterfalls and went south-west to visit the ruins of one of the Jesuit Missions in the jungle. It is always imposing, humbling, the sheer size of what was attempted, be it here or with the Mayans in mexico and Central America, and the unhurried, slow certainty with which the jungle ends up eating up every attempt at colonization, given enough time.
It always makes me think of the words Legolas speaks at the ruins of Hollin: "Deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone"
And that was all, I think.
There's this bookshop in Buenos Aires called "Ateneo", in which used to be a large theatre called "Grand Splendid". Everytime I go down there I make time for a stroll, and also for a couple of "empanadas" and a strong espresso on the stage-turned-into-cafe. The vault is also interesting, preserving the original early XXth century painting commemorating the end of WWI...
In 2000 the theatre was turned into bookshop. One has to wonder what's going to happen to places like this, when more and more people -me included- get their reading electronic. Are these temples of the written word going to become sacred places of pilgrimage, or maybe forbidden, invitation-only underground places, once paper becomes banned? Anyway, it's always an experience.
Sorry again for the quality -lack of- of the pictures. Definitely my phone isn't up to the task.
There are three levels of books and two basement levels of music and movies, and armchairs scattered all around in case you want to just seat and read. It's a beautiful place.
While in Iguazu, we took a break from the waterfalls and went south-west to visit the ruins of one of the Jesuit Missions in the jungle. It is always imposing, humbling, the sheer size of what was attempted, be it here or with the Mayans in mexico and Central America, and the unhurried, slow certainty with which the jungle ends up eating up every attempt at colonization, given enough time.
It always makes me think of the words Legolas speaks at the ruins of Hollin: "Deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone"
And that was all, I think.