This second trip, I resolved to enjoy everything. The whole family traveled together--all six of us plus my parents. It was Summer! Christmas. What else could I ask for?
I found books, of course. And while in Buenos Aires, I fulfilled a lifelong dream of visiting El Ateneo, only one of the most beautiful bookstores in the world. Years ago, a theater operated there and now it functions as a haven of culture.
My husband likes books okay. When we walked into El Ateneo, he looked at me and asked, "How long are we staying here?"
I didn't want to scare him, so I said, "An hour?" Meaning three or four.
He just nodded. "I ask because this is the coolest place I've ever seen."
And my heart flooded with love. For him and the millions of books around me.
Here are some pictures:
Unassuming on the outside
Three stories of books, music, film, art inside
Me and a part of my stack of books
My two middle babies
Frescoes on the ceiling
Spanish versions of The Dark Divine and Hush, Hush. I felt I had ran into friends
Another part of the stack
Balconies where people can go and read and live. I would have if I could...
And more books