Salta La Linda...
| The teleferica going to the top of the hill. |
March 14, 2006
Locals around here don’t just say ‘Salta’…they say ‘Salta La Linda’. Defined, this means ‘Salta the Beautiful’. And I couldn’t imagine
a more fitting saying…
There are some cities that I instantly take a liking to. No doubt that Salta is one of those cities. The beauty of the Spanish Colonial
architectural surpasses just about everything else I have seen in South America thus far. It instantly reminded me of being in a city
like Santa Barbara in California. Yet the squares (i.e. ‘plazas’) lined with cafes and grandiose churches reminded me of something I
would find in Europe.
I spent most of my time wandering up and down the narrow streets. At every corner I had to pause simply to take in how beautiful
everything was. I continued to be more and more amazed by the center of this city.
At siesta time, when everything pretty much comes to a halt, I thought that would be a good time to take the teleferica up to catch
of view of the entire city. While it was eye-catching, it didn’t compare at all to seeing the buildings and streets face-to-face.
Once the sun disappears, the churches take on a whole different gorgeousness. The high-wattage lights shining on the brilliantly
painted facades stopped me dead in my tracks. All I could do was stand there in amazement. And then when I was a bit less
amazed, I snapped a few photos.
And why have the night end there? I spent a good couple hours sitting at a café in the square admiring everything – from the
buildings to the people to the square – for one last time.
It is very unfortunate that I didn’t get to spend nearly enough time here. If I didn’t hop on the bus to San Pedro tomorrow, I would
have had to wait another three days – and I just don’t have the kind of time right now. But at least I had the opportunity to get a
taste of it. I would love to come here again on a future visit to Argentina.
Locals around here don’t just say ‘Salta’…they say ‘Salta La Linda’. Defined, this means ‘Salta the Beautiful’. And I couldn’t imagine
a more fitting saying…
There are some cities that I instantly take a liking to. No doubt that Salta is one of those cities. The beauty of the Spanish Colonial
architectural surpasses just about everything else I have seen in South America thus far. It instantly reminded me of being in a city
like Santa Barbara in California. Yet the squares (i.e. ‘plazas’) lined with cafes and grandiose churches reminded me of something I
would find in Europe.
I spent most of my time wandering up and down the narrow streets. At every corner I had to pause simply to take in how beautiful
everything was. I continued to be more and more amazed by the center of this city.
At siesta time, when everything pretty much comes to a halt, I thought that would be a good time to take the teleferica up to catch
of view of the entire city. While it was eye-catching, it didn’t compare at all to seeing the buildings and streets face-to-face.
Once the sun disappears, the churches take on a whole different gorgeousness. The high-wattage lights shining on the brilliantly
painted facades stopped me dead in my tracks. All I could do was stand there in amazement. And then when I was a bit less
amazed, I snapped a few photos.
And why have the night end there? I spent a good couple hours sitting at a café in the square admiring everything – from the
buildings to the people to the square – for one last time.
It is very unfortunate that I didn’t get to spend nearly enough time here. If I didn’t hop on the bus to San Pedro tomorrow, I would
have had to wait another three days – and I just don’t have the kind of time right now. But at least I had the opportunity to get a
taste of it. I would love to come here again on a future visit to Argentina.
| One of the churches at night. |
| At the main plaza in Salta. |
