houses like in Potemkin
From many houses there is not more than just the lovely facade left over and they seem to wait for better times and some money to be integrated into a new building-complex with a modern interior and this lovely, traditional facade of the end of the 19th century. At the moment these houses look like the ones in Potemkin, the one on my pictures is just about 200 meters from Hotel Majestic.
Eglesia San Ignacio
Eglesia San Ignacio is a bit outside of the touristic area of Santiago, I passed by it accidentally and unfortunately the doors of that lovely church were locked.
San Ignacio is in the street Alonso Ovalle, a sidestreet parallell to Av. Bernardo O'Higgins, next to the metro-station "Los Heroes"
The Famous Yellow Buses
Santiago is a madness place, full of yellow buses, you can go everywhere on those , but take care, even for us could be really complicated to take one.
Run really fast and if you don´t know the direction you can get lost.
La Coquinaria Cafe
Coquinaria is an outstanding lunch venue located in the basement area of the new W hotel building. It is both a restaurant/cafe and a gourmet market with fresh cheeses, ham, chocolates and pasta, amongst other delicacies.
There is both indoor and outdoor dining available. I have been working my way through the menu and am yet to have something that I didn't like. A favourite is the Chicken and Prawn salad or one of the sandwiches with the french fries done in a little paper cone.
La Chascona (house of Pablo Neruda)
The Santiago house of Pablo Neruda, where he lived with his first wife.
another poem by Pablo Neruda:
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.