All good things must come to an end and with some luck and a little planning we decided to fly to our next destination, Córdoba, which as we flew over the vast patch of brown pampas, we celebrated our serendipitous decision. Córdoba itself lacked the appeal of Mendoza for us and we spent one very hot Sunday wandering the streets only to discover that many of the things we wanted to see were closed and the streets were eerily empty of traffic and walkers. A university town, we explained the absence of activity on “sleeping late” since it was Sunday morning.
We were impressed by the number of colonial buildings and churches and the history behind these impressive reminders of the colonial era.
Like so much of Latin America, street art dominates the inner city and Cordoba had it’s fair share. I love the vibrant colours, the social messages and the sheer courage of public display.
By early afternoon, we found a museum that was open in the former “palace” of the Ferreya family. The art pieces on display seemed lost and minor in the splendour of the palace but I enjoyed an exhibit of the works of local woman who were expressing their thoughts and ideas about the inequalities between the sexes. The works spoke to the violence and oppression experiences of women in Argentina, Because this was a government sponsored project it could be a hopeful sign that the consciousness around women’s rights is growing as it is in North America with the “Me Too” movement.
Argentina still has a discernible siesta time lasting from anywhere between 2 and 5 pm, making it difficult to find open restaurants, shops and attractions. By late afternoon we had had enough of the heat and downtown and the call of our swimming pool was strengthened by the hour and so home we went for pool time, beer and a special visit from the usually reclusive house turtle.