Saturday, November 03, 2018

Lightless as ruins

Between taking in the faded grandeur of the 1924 Gran Hotel Bolívar and sipping a lúcuma milkshake in the green garden of the Museo de Arte Contemporáneo, I think I have fallen in love with Lima.

As a transitional object of sorts, I am carrying around Alan Hollinghurst's The Sparsholt Affair which is taking me back to the 1940's and Oxford where morality, like everything else, was just a question of time.

Before leaving for the United States tomorrow morning, I still need to check out Astrid y Gastón and have at least one more rooftop pisco sour so I guess that will have to be all for now.


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