Conte Moise de Camondo had it all. He was the scion of one of Europe’s wealthiest banking families. Sephardic Jews, they had fled Spain in 1492 to escape the inquisition. Settling in Constantinople, they owned one of the largest banks in the Ottoman Empire. After a stint in Venice where they picked up their titles, the Camondo’s moved headquarters and families to Paris 1868. Continue reading
I met the ultimate cool girl. Isabel Miquel Arques. You know the type. Has no idea she’s the most desirable woman in the room. And not because she’s the most beautiful, but because she is the most interested. In everyone else and in everything. Of course, she has a great story and great style. Not surprisingly, she an artist. Continue reading
Sometimes a picture speaks louder than words. There is just no way I can describe the chaos and color, foam and flour, drinking and dancing, crowds and celebrating that make up the Barranquilla Carnival. Hence the montage!
Billed as the second largest in the world after Rio, for over 125 years this rather ordinary town has gone completley crazy before Ash Wednesday. Jack and I had the great fortune of experiencing the mayhem.
The four days are steeped in folklore and tradition. UNESCO declared it one of the Masterpieces of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity events in 2003. Some performances seemed shockingly racist to Jack and me but we were told they were honoring the many people brought to Colombia as slaves. We weren’t knowledgeable enough to understand all the nuances but had no problem participating in all the fun!
We plan to go back again next year, only this time with a group of friends. Wanna come?