Always was a life long learner. (Reading nonfiction books at the movie theater before the documentary started.) So when I was invited to museum hop on Saturday night, how could I say no?
Once a year, Buenos Aires swings open over 200 museum doors from 7pm until 2am - drawing in thousands of avid Porteños and tourists alike. It is a completely free night, and there are even a few buses that will scuttle you from site to site.
Our group came to about thirty. We represented highly diverse parts of the world; Argentina, Germany, Russia, Colombia, New Jersey. We only made it to two actual museums - the Tango Museum, with its vivacious musical legends, and the Holocaust Museum, with its, well, photos of emaciated prisoners. I can’t say I learned anything new, what with all of the commotion and socializing around me. But maybe it’s like being in a gym, in that the very moment you step in, the calories automatically burn off faster. (Overarching goals in the locale supersede momentary actions.) Come to think of it, I do feel slightly more enlightened. Slightly more cultured. And I have a few new friends to support that notion.
Infotainment. Buenos Aires is capturing my heart.
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