Well, now it's a museum, Museo La Chascona. My Lonely Planet book says it was named for the 'snarled locks' of Pablo Neruda's widow. It's a lovely little oasis in the middle of Santiago. Poetry surrounds the entrance, banister-ed stairs and leafy trees are everywhere...
...and there are plenty of convenient benches scattered about which are handy for figuring out where to head next!
If you keep showing off those white american legs a big ole senorita might have her way with you.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Joy said the next one who whistle's at me is going to be missing three front teeth...
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