We are sitting inside Apartamento in Güemes and the tall sommelier in all black with the unhelpful attitude has just left our table.
It’s Saturday night in Córdoba and M and I are talking about experiences and the need to express almost everything. To put the feelings into words, to transfer the impressions to photographs. And I think about all the words I could write and jointly we decide to skip Cosquin tomorrow.
Tomorrow Sunday, May 1, día de los Trabajadores I’ll sit at one of the few cafés open along Parque Sarmiento and write about all my feelings and observations.