It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon in Santiago so we decided to get out and shake it up a little. We drove to the funky barrio of Bellevista which is about 4 miles from where we live. This community caters to artist and features sidewalk cafes. We started our adventure in the European building which was built in the early 1900's by a French family and was later remodeled by a Russian family. It now houses little shops where artists sell their wares. We had a great visit with a Chilean man who had spent some years in the San Francisco area. He shared a little of the history of the house which is still owned by the widow of the Russian owner.
This is an example of the residences in the neighorhood. It is so charming and inviting. This neighborhood is quiet compared to other areas of the city. The streets are narrow and there are few cars.
Every available surface is used to artistically.
Even the fences are works of art.
We had lunch on the patio of Pablo Neruda's historic home site. He is a much loved poet who was very liberal and self focused. Some would not agree with my assessment. He has historic houses all over Chile, filled with his various collections of neat stuff.
This is a mosaic. These street art projects pop up everwhere in the barrio.
The federal police are on horses here which adds to the charm. Oh! Santiago, we are going to miss you!
Where friends meet.
These guys belong in the zoo. Which happens to be just up the hill from the barrio.
No day is complete without stopping at a side walk cafe for dessert. This little treat cost us about $6 each for an ice cream sundae. Everything here is mucho dinero.
This is Gail and Bryce shopping for finger puppets. Usually, Bryce isn't a shopper but he went crazy for these little things. He must be thinking about his little ones at home. I know he can hardly wait to get home and be with them all again.
This could have been a good picture. Instead it is a great picture because it caught who we really are. He is a clown and I keep him in line..... most of the time.
This is an example of the residences in the neighorhood. It is so charming and inviting. This neighborhood is quiet compared to other areas of the city. The streets are narrow and there are few cars. 
Every available surface is used to artistically. 
Even the fences are works of art. 
We had lunch on the patio of Pablo Neruda's historic home site. He is a much loved poet who was very liberal and self focused. Some would not agree with my assessment. He has historic houses all over Chile, filled with his various collections of neat stuff. 
This is a mosaic. These street art projects pop up everwhere in the barrio. 
The federal police are on horses here which adds to the charm. Oh! Santiago, we are going to miss you!
Where friends meet. 
These guys belong in the zoo. Which happens to be just up the hill from the barrio. 
No day is complete without stopping at a side walk cafe for dessert. This little treat cost us about $6 each for an ice cream sundae. Everything here is mucho dinero. 
This is Gail and Bryce shopping for finger puppets. Usually, Bryce isn't a shopper but he went crazy for these little things. He must be thinking about his little ones at home. I know he can hardly wait to get home and be with them all again. 
This could have been a good picture. Instead it is a great picture because it caught who we really are. He is a clown and I keep him in line..... most of the time. 
3 comments:
Hey that last picture is so very cute of you both!
Hurrah for finger puppets. You go, John, that's a REAL souvenir in my book. :o)
Wow, I am impressed. I love your pictures, even with you in them John! What a beautiful place. I am so glad you can have some fun along with all the serious stuff you do.
what lovely pictures and narratives anna marie; it almost feels like i am there with you two! perhaps you should be a "travel journalist" in your next phase of life!
every time i go to jefferson i can't help but miss you, especially when i see the little ceramic tiles everywhere. your spirit lives on there....
fondly~
sandra
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