La Boca, Buenos Aires, Argentine, octobre 2018, canon, ©Sylvie Gé
I am impressed and puzzled by the grandeur of Buenos Aires. I feel like I’m in Paris, maybe, or in Italy, but not in South America. The boulevards are immense, the parks are everywhere, the buildings grandiose and contrasts are starking. A city tour is required (it is also the only place where I can take my camera) in a city where several neighbourhoods are not recommended for tourists. I expected to witness the flamboyance of tango and its colours in the streets of the city, but I find only reserve and dark colours, perhaps because in a country where the economic difficulties are only increasing, it is better not to attract too much attention.
Visiting the Recoleta cemetery, the most famous cemetery in South America, is a must, we are told. Great ! I have always been attracted to cemeteries. So I can this time fill my slightly morbid tastes without having to apologize. The place is huge and impressive, the materials are rare, but I am unable to connect, as is usually the case, when I go to these places.
On the last day, we make the decision to go on a “free walking tour” of the city center. I have in mind a guide who will go through the story of the city by walking slowly from one monument to another. Instead, Martin, a young sociologist, walks vigorously between a few monuments, but stops most of the time in the most improbable places to tell with passion and emotion the history of his city and his country, his difficulties historical and present, the courage of his women who challenged the power to find missing individuals who disappeared without trace. After three hours of vigorous walking, Martin concludes with a quote from Malraux (which I quote freely): “Buenos Aires is the capital of an empire that never existed”. And at that moment, I understand Buenos Aires and I want to come back. Maybe one day.
- I chose a tin house from La Boca to illustrate Buenos Aires, rather than the imposing monuments, which can be easily found on Internet
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I recall a story by Sabato (one among many importante writers that Argentina has given to the world) a character is in a place underground silentily slipping away from blind creatures. Then he emerges and notice the trembling sound of Buenos Aires in the night. He feel that that city is so magical as the place he is leaving. It is the more important city in South America : )
It was a very magnificent and impressive city, indeed, but also puzzling 🙂