Cordoba's Cultural Mile wasn't quite the bohemian mish mash of art, studios, galleries and noise that I'd expected, but it's final museum, the
Museo Emilio Caraffa, was a creative highlight of my journey. 4 floors of mesmerising, contrasting art. From the mysterious, slightly sinister and occasionally even horrific photography of
Marcos Lopez, I passed through a room of surreal paintings by
Ezequiel Linares - his painting style reminded me of a purple and emerald
Frances Bacon, but I fell in love with his sketches on paper - reminiscent of
Toulouse-Lautrec, but a world of tango rather than the Moulin Rouge.
My mind was already full, but the peaceful tranquility of and visual simplicity of
Raul Diaz got me again, especially since his exhibition was themed 'A Walk on Water' ... water has been a guiding theme of my travels, I think.

And finally, a textile group,
La Rueca, in case I had forgotten, reminded me of the joys of texture in all things.
Oh. And the Education Space, with it's cushions textures, and entire dedicated, visitable, participative space on the way through the galleries, was to die for!