Palm Sunday, Domingo de Ramos. Sprigs of silver and green olive leaves in florists’ kioscos and clasped in people’s hands. Beyond the kitchen door, two-toned church bells a-calling.
With Easter looming, here’s my offering from last week’s visit to Recoleta Cemetery, Mary appearing like a Thought bubble from Jesus’s thorn-laden head.
I was born in Montreal in 1967, grew up in England and live between London and Buenos Aires. Like many, I came to Buenos Aires to dance tango and fell under the spell of this city where strangers talk to you, tango music seeps on to the streets and the ornate crumbling buildings speak of grander times. I love writing and crafting words – I've worked as a sub-editor for more than 20 years – and taking photographs.