Perhaps you are familiar with Del Mar, Keeneland, Santa Anita, and Saratoga? Shitboxes, each of them. At least in compare to the grand lady in the southwest corner of Santiago, Chile.
Meet my new love, Club Hipico de Santiago.
With unapologetic colonial grandeur and bulwarked by the Andes, Club Hipico anchors a delightful neighborhood. It's occupied by endless sheets of sun gracing work-a-day clock punchers hustling forth and from, and moneyed elites being seen, to indie cafe denizens camped in one of many quaint caffeine casas lining the calles that spoke from the track.
There's no parking lot here. Still, the grandstand teems on weekends with Chileans eager for good sport and an ambient sense of jubilee, as much as a winning punt. And why not? Don't you want to sit in this GRANDstand?
4 comments:
Wow... not bad. We could use some of that colonial grandeur stateside...
i got some decent pics today while they were running, but can´t post them, probably until i get back.
they ran 19 races today. first post at 2:30 and the nightcap is at 10pm. and, they hustle. 20 minutes between post times. i don´t know how jocks ride back to back races, really, but they swing it somehow.
Brad.. great pics! I am glad you are posting. I miss seeing you at GGF, but based on your photos I would rather be there.
Cary
@cary, thanks dear! miss you to, and the good folk of 1100 eastshore. i´ll be back soon enough, but this place really is magical. you´ve got to chile to your travel hit list. had i known then, what i know now, there are several trips that would have been relagated to later adventures.
keep it crisp, kiddo.
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