Art in your back yard – Jardim Botanico

The bohemian neighborhood of Jardim Botanico organized a magical walk through the galleries called Circuito das Artes. After 3 years in Rio, I got to once more discover hidden alleys and cute galleries while checking out some great home decor ideas.

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Goodbye San Francisco

I’ve been hopping around a lot lately which made me reflect over what is it about one city or another that truly sticks with me and makes me want to come back.

In Rio, it’s the incredible nature and mix between art, architecture and music.

In NYC, it’s the vibrance of activity and diversity that let you do anything and be anyone you’d like at any time you’d like.

Boston has its intellectual allure and European flare but yet a more laid- back university/American style.

Austin reminds me of those laid back college days and family time (plus great shopping and chilling by the lake).

And finally, San Francisco, for someone who loves walking and people-watching, provides endless streets of Victorian rowhouses, each more charming then the other. Its great blend of hippie and yuppie style just puts me at ease and makes me want to meditate with a cup of Philz mojito iced coffee in my hand.

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Last day in NYC

New York is a city for the observers and the discoverers.

The new path station at the World Trade Center – a City of White Marble

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A lovely afternoon

I love discovering cities’ hidden gems, those spots that beautify the concrete jungles we live in. Today’s discovery was even more special as it was at such contrast with yesterday’s craziness at Sao Christovao.
On a very rainy afternoon, when most cariocas were hiding inside their homes or hanging out at their local shopping mall, I took a taxi van to Gavea, to visit the Instituto Moreira Salles. As the van ascended the narrow street covered by luscious green tree tops , I could tell I was in the right place. IMS is a located in a white modernist villa, surrounded by a mini botanical garden, with a little river flowing through it. It was is a perfect combination of artistic style and architectural aesthetics. Today they had two exhibitions of photography, depicting scenes from last century’s every day life in Mexico and Brazil. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading my book and sipping my cappuccino, among intellectual looking middle aged people. Delightful.