When we arrived in Buenos Aires for our six month stay, it was spring. I will never forget how wonderful our terrace smelled from the fragrant orange blossoms, how clean and fresh everything was, and how everything seemed new, exciting, and inspiring. I found inspiration in every brass knocker of every old doorway, window displays, colorful murals painted on dilapidated buildings, wooden crates at local markets, and in the most unlikely of places: an old flea market at the edge of the trendy neighborhood of Palermo.
Palermo is known for its bustling streets filled with Latin celebrities and lined with boutiques and coffee shops. Beautiful people were everywhere, and there hardly seemed to pass a day where we didn’t spot something being filmed on its streets. New fusion restaurants seemed to pop up each night: we could barely keep up! Yet cornering this mix of craziness and excitement was the unnamed flea market that held hours of entertainment for me. I’d never so badly wished for a giant van to load up with old books, refurbished chandeliers, old storefront signs, and just about anything else I could have fit! Instead, I settled for an original edition of an autobiography of Evita, and a whole lot of photos.