After breakfast I headed out. Cordoba is a big university town. There are a lot of churches and museums. Because it was Sunday, my options were limited.
I decided to hit a modern art museum. It was fairly small so did not take much time. I went into the wrong museum first but it was more classical art and while it looked nice in the lobby, it wasn’t what I had in mind. This is what I had in mind.
The structure below was the entrance to the museum. It was just sort of ‘there’ yet I still went to the wrong building.
The art museum did not take much time at all. One of the other places on my short list was the Paseo del Buen Pastor. It piqued my interest. It was a women’s jail – and most of the women were held for political reasons.
I basically circled the area several times because it didn’t even look like a jail. There were exhibits and cafes and a waterfall surrounding the facility and it was easy to miss — if you thought you were looking for an old run down jail.
These tiles were in the cement all around the jail. They each had quotes and I thought this was a nice one. This is the translation as I figured.
Translation: One word, one extended hand, a hug, advice, always someone who has to fight.
Since these women were detained for political movements, I thought this summed it up perfectly.
simply three cents 
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