Corking Cordoba Culture

We got to Cordoba early in the morning the Sunday before Easter and everything was....shut. Everything, that is, except the church. Yes, people here are god fearing, which always comes as a shock to us secular sinner types from London, aka City of Satan. Mobs of people were thronging to the various churches of Cordoba, spilling out onto the pavements and waving palm leaves. This rings a faint bell as an Easter thing, which the people here spread out over about a week and a half. You thought you were lucky with your lame four day weekend. In South America you get a fortnight off on account of the crucifixion. Talk about benefitting from someone else´s misfortune. So the locals were all standing outside church like low budget Morrisseys in a gladeoli drought until well after lunchtime when things began to re-open. We went along to the Museo de Bella Artes. Every South American city has one. One of the highlights of our visit was these amazing carved wooden warriors adorned with armour, spears and spikes fashioned out of scrap metal. There were about thirty of them standing around looking at once menacing and strangely comical due to their jagged but benevolent facial expressions. One of the best things about visiting art galleries in Argentina is that we´re always the only ones there. Maybe it´s just that everyone else is at church while we´re hanging out with the pagan idols.