Ville de Québec – version hivernale

(pour plus de photos voir http://www.flickr.com/photos/bourlingue/sets/72157611820370344/show/)

Dernier déplacement de l’année. Pour passer Noël ailleurs qu’à Toronto; avec frères et sœurs et amis.

Par avion. Plus simple, plus vite (le train ou la voiture : 8 heures) et moins cher (15,000 points pour les 2; le train : $1000!)

Descendons au Dominion 1912, un hôtel du Groupe Germain, à la suggestion de nos amis Josette et Jacques qui nous y rejoignent. Confort et attention aux détails, c’est la marque de prestige des hôtels du Groupe (ils font un excellent dry martini par ailleurs!) (http://www.hoteldominion.com/fr/index.asp) Situé sur la rue Saint-Pierre, dans l’ancien quartier des affaires de la ville (l’hôtel est aménagé dans les anciens locaux de la banque Dominion, d’où le nom, je présume) dans le quartier du Vieux-Port, dans la basse ville, la partie la plus ancienne de Québec. Quelques rues seulement; « gentrified » depuis un bout de temps, mais avec goût. Galeries d’art; boutiques; restaurants; quelques bureaux d’affaires discrets. Tout près de la Place Royale, le cœur du vieux Québec, là où tout a commencé en 1608 avec Champlain qui y aurait établi un comptoir de commerce, et sa célèbre habitation. Petite place charmante où on retournera, entre autre pour la « messe de minuit », à l’église de Notre-Dame des Victoires. (Voir plus bas)

Points forts de la visite (à part les repas de famille, chez Micheline et Claude, puis chez Robert, en compagnie de Simone et Normand, et le repas d’anniversaire de Cynthia avec Josette et Jacques au Café du Monde) :

· Promenades dans les rues de la ville. Probablement la plus grande attraction de la ville. Que l’on fait sous différentes conditions « climatiques » : la neige d’abord, puis la pluie, et enfin la glace, sous une température frigide et avec un vent « à écorner les bœufs »!

o La terrasse Dufferin, majestueuse, surplombant le Saint-Laurent et vue sur l’Ile d’Orléans au loin; dominée par la structure colossale de l’hôtel Château Frontenac. Le traversier sur Lévis, qui fait son chemin à travers les glaces flottantes (qui vont et viennent au gré des marées). Avec sa grande glissoire, quand même achalandée en dépit du froid sibérien et du grand vent.

o Le Grand Séminaire de Québec, bastion de l’Église Catholique en Nouvelle-France, fondé à même le Séminaire de Québec par le premier évêque en terre canadienne, Monseigneur François de Laval, au milieu du 17e siècle, pour la formation et l’entretien du clergé. On me rappelle également que c’est au sein du Séminaire qu’on créa l’Université Laval au milieu du 19e siècle.

o La rue St-Jean, rue commerciale toujours très vivante, qui donne sur la porte du même nom, percée à même les fortifications de la ville.

o La Grande Allée, tout juste à l’extérieur de ces mêmes fortifications, où on retrouve l’Hôtel du Parlement (« the house of clowns » s’amuse à nous dire un chauffeur de taxi!) et les édifices gouvernementaux plus « modernes » (on sera généreux pour ne pas dénoter autrement ces structures de béton sans vie ni ligne, et dont l’une qui loge les bureaux du Premier Ministre est bien justement appelée le « Bunker »!)

o Vu d’un peu partout se profile l’un des gratte-ciel les plus caractéristiques de Québec, l’édifice Price, construit dans le style art déco des années 20 par la compagnie forestière du même nom. Çà dû détonner à l’époque, en plein cœur du vieux Québec, mais aujourd’hui, tout semble bien s’harmoniser. (Mieux en tous les cas que les tours modernes bâties depuis, çà et là en haute-ville.) Apparemment qu’on y a aménagé, aux derniers étages, la résidence officielle du Premier Ministre du Québec. Bien rénovée j’en suis convaincu, et prestigieuse, je suppose, avec une vue imprenable sur le fleuve et la ville. Çà pouvait peut-être aller pour Bernard Landry qui vivait en célibataire à l’époque, mais certainement pas pour l’actuel PM Charest, bien marié et père d’une trâlée de 5 enfants!

o Les plaines d’Abraham, grand espace « vert » découvert qui surplombe le Saint-Laurent et où se tiennent les grandes manifestations publiques – le lieu de plusieurs spectacles dont ceux de Paul McCartney, contesté celui-là, et de Céline Dion qui ont marqué les 400 ans de la ville l’été passée. Plus célèbre cependant comme site de l’infâme défaite française en 1759, et du même coup, de la perte de la Nouvelle-France aux mains de l’Angleterre, mettant fin à plus de cent-cinquante ans de régime français. Il est tout de même remarquable, qu’après 250 ans, il y ait là une communauté francophone en Amérique, de plus de 7 millions, qui bat toujours au rythme d’une culture vibrante et très ancrée et qui ne s’en laisse pas imposer…au contraire!

· « Messe de Minuit » à l’Église Notre-Dame-des-Victoires, sur la Place Royale – sauf qu’on y va à 19H30! C’est bondé; renouons avec la liturgie catholique et les rites de la messe. Sermon qui se veut inspirant – « ce Noël-ci, c’est LA plus belle nuit, parce que je suis, et que tu es, et que nous sommes, etc.… » - mais qui tombe plutôt plat, pour dire le moins. Histoire intéressante. Bâtie en 1688, baptisée Notre-Dame de la Victoire en 1690 (victoire de Frontenac contre Phips, où il lui aurait lancé « je vous répondrai par la bouche de mes canons »!), et puis rebaptisée Notre-Dame des Victoires en 1711 (victoire encore contre les Anglais qui ont joué de mauvaise fortune alors que leur forte flotte s’échoue sur l’Ile-aux-Œufs, dans cette deuxième, mais non la dernière, tentative de s’emparer de la Nouvelle-France). L’église aurait été détruite lors des bombardements, toujours anglais, de 1759, puis reconstruite en 1763 et rénovée en 1888.

· Visites des musée, d’abord le Musée de la civilisation où se déroule entre autre une exposition fascinante, L’or des Amériques (http://www.mcq.org/or/index.php), montée par le Musée, et près de partir pour l’Europe. On y passe une bonne heure et demie en compagnie d’une jeune guide fort érudite. Des civilisations américano-latines qui font grand état et usage du métal précieux et des conquistadors qui cherchent à en profiter, jusqu’au Klondike, en passant par le Gold Rush en Californie. Puis le Musée national des beaux-arts du Québec, sis au bout des Plaines d’Abraham (http://www.mnba.qc.ca/Accueil.aspx) . Couvrons une exposition de quelques œuvres, très colorées, du franco-chinois Zao Wou-Ki dédiées à son ami Riopelle, Riopelle lui-même (triptyque hommage à Rosa Luxembourg entre autres) et Pellan. Y avions vu l’exposition rétrospective sur l’œuvre de Clarence Gagnon en 2006 (curieusement nous nous sommes procurés, à grand rabais, l’album catalogue de cette exposition…la semaine précédente au Musée des beaux-arts du Canada à Ottawa!)

Retour à la maison par le vol de fin de journée; léger retard – il pleut à Toronto. A temps cependant : gros brouillard épais sur Toronto le lendemain; assurément qu’on n’aurait jamais atterrir dans de telles conditions. En hiver au Canada – et à preuve la dernière semaine avec ces 3 tempêtes de neige – on vit vraiment à la merci des « éléments »!

Petite note sur les restaurants fréquentés (à noter entre autre que plusieurs, et parmi les meilleurs, sont fermés les 24 et 25 décembre e.g. Laurie Raphaël). Le meilleur : l’Échaudé, à deux pas de l’hôtel, style bistro (avec Robert); tartare au saumon copieux. Le Cochon Dingue : bonne pouding au chômeur; pour le reste, on peut repasser! Le Café du Monde : grande surface, moderne, style bistro, à deux pas du fleuve; très honnête. On y célèbre l’anniversaire de Cynthia, à l’heure du lunch, avec Josette et Jacques. Restaurant du Musée, au Musée National des beaux-arts du Québec – à éviter après une fête fériée : le pain y est sec entre autre…

Le 28 décembre 2008

Blizzard sur la capitale nationale!

Blizzard sur la capitale nationale!

Tourmente hivernale sur Ottawa : impossible dans ces conditions de prendre la route du retour vers Toronto. Décidément, deux tempêtes en moins de 3 jours! Il tombera 13 centimètres dans la journée, avec les vents violents qui savent donner toute leur signification aux délices de l’hiver canadien…

En profitons pour visiter le Musée des civilisations (http://www.civilisations.ca/cmc/index_f.aspx?ArticleID=16451), le pendant si l’on veut de l’autre musée national que nous visitions vendredi, celui des Beaux-Arts du Canada, les deux situés en regard l’un l’autre, de chaque côté de la rivière Outaouais. Belle architecture, toute en courbes, à l’opposé de l’allure très gothique de son vis-à-vis outaouais. Exposition temporaire sur les momies égyptiennes, organisée en tandem avec le Musée de Boston, et suppléée par un film sur le même sujet en IMAX. Réussi! Admirons par ailleurs la grande salle du musée, avec ses totems grandeur nature de la côte ouest, et sa vue imprenable sur l’autre rive et le Parlement.

La tempête se calme en fin de journée. Nous repartirons sur Toronto tôt en matinée demain, pour profiter de l’accalmie – une autre tourmente n’est jamais à exclure!...

Ottawa – accents of Rome

Ottawa – accents of Rome

In Ottawa, to see Cynthia's family, on our way to Mont-Laurier to see mother. Left Toronto in the night, to avoid the looming storm that was to strike southern Ontario the morning after, an all-day snow-and-wind hit that left 20 centimetres of the stuff on the ground, and made driving on the 401 an impossible challenge!

We took advantage of that unexpected day in the National Capital to do a favourite thing: go to the National Gallery, this splendid gothic style museum, built according to Safdie’s design, 20 years ago. (http://www.gallery.ca/english/index.html) Temporary exhibition featuring Bernini: the Birth of Baroque Portrait Sculpture, a remarkable collection of his busts of many of his patrons, popes and others including Scipion Borghese, to whom we owe Villa Borghese in Rome, which is furnished by some of the most poignant sculptural work of Bernini, “Apollo and Daphne”, and “Pluto and Proserpina “. (Coincidence: the night before, listening to “Ideas” on CBC, on the long road from Toronto, to the second part of a 2-hour program, “the Love Song of Ovid”, the famous (or infamous as one wishes) love poet of Rome, going back two thousand years ago, whose work, "Metamorphoses", would have been Bernini’s inspiration for these two extraordinary sculptures). Exhibition serves as a reminder of the importance of Baroque, in sculpture, yes, but also in architecture and painting, for much of the 17th and 18th centuries throughout Europe, starting late 16th, the best architectural examples ranging from Bernini’s work in Rome (the colonnade of St-Peter’s square, Piazza Navona, etc.) to include Phillip II’s Escurial near Madrid the century before, and Louis the XIV’s Versailles, the century after.

Ottawa is cold and damp: minus 27 centigrade, and windy. Awful! Reminded me why I left this country to live most of my professional life under the tropics!

Had a most unexpected dinner, at The Wellington Gastropub, that is a pub that features “high-end” food, a concept I am told by Shane Weldon, one of the 2 owners, that was launched a few years ago in London (UK that is), and that is now spreading around (I wonder if it has reached Toronto?) Very original menu – I had selected a duck moularde, but they had run out of duck, so they simply replaced it by a filet of pork; on a bed of wild rice and Toulouse sausage. Delicious. The other owner, Christopher Deraiche, (thought with such a French name that he might have been from afar, but no, he is born in Milton, Ontario!) is the one responsible for these delights, manning a busy kitchen from what I can see from our table. Unusual wine list as well, one page only, tightly scripted, but a well selected lot. Intrigued by their offering of an exceptional selection under the “enomatic” wine rubrique, enomatic being a wine serving system that allows to open a bottle, serve by the glass and keep the wine fresh, we are explained by Shane, by inserting a inert gas in the bottle that keeps the air out. This way a taste of the wine 3 or 4 weeks after the bottle has been opened is as good as if it had just been uncorked– ingenious! Most unusual place, well worth the drive from downtown. (http://www.thewellingtongastropub.com/main.html)

Ottawa, Dec 19, 2008

Buenos Aires – discovering its charms… (Part 1)

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Buenos Aires – discovering its charms… (Part 1)

In Buenos Aires for all-week meetings. With André; Cynthia and Sylvia are with us. Most awake time spent in meetings but have the week-end, the evenings and a couple of holes here and there in the agenda to discover the city and make the most out of it (shopping is left exclusively to the ladies, while the men are in meetings, well almost exclusively...)
The Intercontinental Hotel is central enough, which allows us to walk to most places. Intend to explore the city by barrio by barrio (district). Recoleta is the first destination, walking along the main artery that is Ave 9 de Julio. Weather is on our side; the extreme heat that was experienced the days before we arrived has subsided; still, even under a cloudy sky, we are perspiring – it’s humid! (It was so hot the week before that major outages occurred throughout the cities, bringing down in the streets outraged housewives banging their pots in protest against the electrical companies being too slow in restoring power!)

Walking by Teatro Colon, hoping that in spite of the renovations that are underway, we will be able to glance at the interior of what is reputed as the most beautiful theatre in Latin America, but no chance! (One has to be satisfied with the detailed descriptions on its website http://www.teatrocolon.org.ar/site/index.php )

Makes it to the Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes, which I confuse with the Facultad de Derecho y Ciencias Sociales across the street – it really looked like a museum! With its elegant buildings and stylish squares, this is the district that invites comparisons between Buenos Aires and Paris, especially along Avenida Alvear where you find the Alvear Palace, (http://www.alvearpalace.com/v2/home.php ) the grandest of BA’s old luxury hotels (we are told to visit the old-charm Orangerie for breakfast or tea – next time perhaps), and the much-hyped Palacio Duhau – Park Hyatt (http://www.buenosaires.park.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/index.jsp where our meetings are to take place – we had later on an exquisite “end-of-the-week-long-meeting week” lunch on the terrace of its Duhau Restaurant & Vinoteca). A walk up further into the barrio allows us to appreciate it some more, and to get where we want to take lunch, at the Oviedo (www.oviedoresto.com.ar ), known for its seafood and not disappointing. (Although one presumes there is no causal relation, it happens to be kitty-corner with the German Hospital, the best hospital in town we are told.)

Further culinary exploration that evening, at Filo (www.filo-ristorante.com.ar) , a pizzeria (there are thousands of them in BA), this funky one though with a reputation to be amongst the better ones, and frequented by a mix crowd of casual patrons and business types from the nearby financial district (not on a Saturday night though!).

Thought of going to mass to see what the church next door to the hotel looks like (and to see if it was really a church – some amongst us had expressed doubts the night before!) The Church of San Juan Bautista, one like many others I suspect in BA. With little attendance for Sunday service; probably some familiar faces from the neighbourhood – a reflection perhaps on the state of Catholicism in Argentina ...

Sunday is time for San Telmo, the oldest part of BA, home of many antiques and self-appointed tango neighbourhood of the city. On the way there, we paid our due to official BA with a detour by historical Plaza de Mayo where the Casa Rosada (the Pink House), the site of executive power in Argentina, is (interesting to know that the color comes according to the legend from a mix of the white, symbolizing the Unitarians, and the red, color associated to the Federalists, when the two fighting political forces of the time came to terms to decide on the political structure of the country; others say that it is simply the color of a well used mixture in the XIX Century of lime and cattle blood!)

From there, went down Calle Defensa to our appointed lunch rendez-vous with our good friend at the local Society, Lida, who had been so generous with her advice on what to do and to see while in BA. Brasserie Pétanque (www.brasseriepetanque.com), with a decidedly French-bistro look to it and a great table, fits perfect in this “bohemian” part of town. After a stop at the store Havanna where Lida introduced us to a local delicacy, sweet delicious Dolce de Leche (brought some back home in various forms, including some to spread on toasts!) we are on fabled Dorrego Plaza, celebrated for its dominical flea and antique market, and for nostalgic illustrations of tango, performed on a small wooden platform sitting on the cobble stones street, by a suitably debonaire-looking gentleman of a certain age and grace of movements – charming!

A memorable evening at La Bombonera for a football game caps the week-end (see further down).

Buenos Aires – discovering its charms… (Part 2)

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Did I mention that driving in Buenos Aires is a challenge? Not that we have tried, but we have been “tried” by taxi drivers! We loved that frequent drive in taxi from the Intercontinental to the Hyatt, tumbling down Avenida 9 de Julio, astride between two lanes, trying to squeeze in between 2 equally carefree and self-righteous drivers. Better close your eyes, or check your Blackberry! Not expensive though, except when they spot a fake 10 peso note that you have innocently acquired – in this case from the Hotel, where the reception clerks are prompt to deny, making it clear that they have a lot of problems of that kind with taxi drivers, etc... Believe me, it’s your lost!
If you want to get out BA, a nice way is to take the “Tren de la Costa”, a 15km train ride that takes you to the Parana Delta, along the coast of the Rio del Plata. You can spend hours meandering along canals in the Delta – we were quite satisfied with the hour boat ride it took us from Tigre to the Gato Blanco restaurant (www.gato-blanco.com) for a leisurely fish lunch on a shadowy deck overlooking the Rio Capitan by a sunny and warm day –delectable!

Porto Madero, the swanky dockland development that is changing the face of BA, was a favourite night destination, for dinner - the Italian classic Marcelo and Sushiclub (http://www.sushiclubweb.com/index2.swf), both very well frequented, and deservedly so, especially the sushi place. The ultimate attraction though was Rojo Tango, a very slick dance show in the no less slick Cabaret of the extravagant Faena Hotel + Universe (www.feanahotelanduniverse.com), a surprisingly colourful place for a Philippe Stark design interior. As one of the guide books put it, this is the hottest place to rest your head when in town! Built out of a converted turn-of-the-century Manchester brick grain store by high-roller fashion industry young “veteran” Alan Feana, this is where BA’s beau monde hang out at night. Rojo Tango is not your typical tango dinner place (I have been at the Cafe Tortoni show a few years back that offers a more traditional tango performance, the way you would imagine it); this one is more of an amalgam of very choreographed latino dance numbers, at times very sensual, with lanky, well-formed female bodies abounding, and a very swinging band to sustain the rhythms. Lots of fun!

For something very different, we went exploring Palermo Viajo at the other end of the city, at lunch time. A very green, leafy place, where the pace is not dictated by the tohu-bohu of the business or tourist world, and which has “developed” so to speak into the creative community world of BA, with plenty of artisan shops, small galleries and little restaurants. We went to Olsen for lunch, a Scandinavia-inspired place, rather trendy with its Danish design, and especially restful with its Nordic firs garden that fronts it. Great place to while a leisurely lunch, and to carry on “en flânant” in this peaceful neighbourhood.

From MALBA, we walked to the Recoleta Cemetery, the largest necropolis in the world we read, a landmark in BA; I guess the greatest attraction for the foreigners, and I suspect many locals, is the tomb of Eva Peron, who found herself resting there, in the rather simple Duarte family tomb, after a tortuous itinerary of some 20 years that took her body, among other places, to an anonymous tomb all the way to Italy. I don’t know if it is because Madonna is in town (she is taking her road show across Latin America), and visited with Cristina F Kirshner, the current “presidenta” of the country, at la Casa Rosada, but it seems that Eva Peron, to this day, still captures very much the imagination, if not the heart, of many Argentines, perhaps longing for a more dramatic and flamboyant period of their history...(she’s got a museum in BA dedicated to her – check her official website http://www.evitaperon.org/index.htm )

Speaking of Café Tortoni (http://www.cafetortoni.com.ar/index_ingles.html ), went there for an afternoon coffee, and to soak in a bit of the old Buenos Aires – the place has been around since 1858! An institution for sure, and a good resting stop on the way to pedestrian Florida street and Galerios Pacifico for a last quick spree of shopping (as if necessary, having spent Saturday afternoon touring the shops at Patio Bullrich Shopping Center, and been already at the Galerios!...)

other cafés in BA: La Biela; 36 Billares
Airport pandemonium! We are leaving. The doors of the airport open to a wall of people queuing to get God knows where. It’s a public holiday, the Immaculate Conception, and people are flying back home, or wherever. Thank God for the porters we hired outside, who valiantly and ruthlessly fend for us through the crowd to the Air Canada registering counter. And that was only the beginning as we had to queue up to pay the airport tax; to get our tax refund forms stamped by Customs, to cash the refund, to get in the security zone, to go through security, and finally get to Immigration control , a mere one hour and a half since crossing the doors of the airport! There is got to be a better way...We won’t hold this against BA though as the city and its people, the Portenos, have been fabulously pleasant and engaging!

Boca futbol – a night to remember at La Bombonera!

Boca futbol – a night to remember at La Bombonera!

Argentina is described as the country of steak, tango and football, and yes, you haven’t had the full Argentine experience until you have attended a football match! We were fortunate to get tickets this late in the season, thanks to Eduardo, a persistent colleague of ours at SADAIC; and lucky at that as we saw the Club Atletico Boca Juniors, simply known as Boca, played in their own stadium, La Bombonera , before its own fans - probably the most partisans of them all in BA – most of them from the local working-class barrio, La Boca. The end of the season is coming, only 2 or 3 games left to play and Boca is ahead by only a few points. Tonight they are playing Racing, an arch-rival from across town. So there you are, 55,000 altogether, in a full stadium, the true-and-true fans at one end of the stadium, chanting at the rhythm of maddening drums and waving dark blue and gold flags, the colors of Boca Juniors. At the other end, confined to the upper stands, Racing’s fans, as demonstrative and noisy in their support but lesser in numbers. We are sitting in the middle section, in between the extremes, a decidedly less rowdy part of the crowd, but no less appreciative!

As people are coming in and ushered to their seats, the pre-game rituals start, both on the field with sponsors parading and lightly-clad majorettes going through their routine, and in the stands where vendors of all kind are pushing their products, from refreshments to Boca memorabilia – we let ourselves tempted by rubber blue and gold bracelets, enslaving ourselves by this simple act to eternal faithfulness to the Boca team! All that amidst the never-ending chanting of the fans. Our immediate neighbours, a quiet couple at the beginning, are gradually taken by the surrounding atmosphere and the growing swell, to find them joining enthusiastically in the singing and the swinging upwards of the left arm, a sign of support for the local team. And the game has yet to start...

Amidst that cacophony of happenings everywhere, suddenly the game is on, players kicking the ball and running back and forth. First goal goes to Boca Juniors, on a penalty kick: hysteria breaks out, people around us, a moment ago perfect strangers, jumping all together and hugging each other! Then disaster strikes: in what seems to me a brilliant play, in a daring attack Racing scores. Pandemonium erupts in the upper stands; deafening silence everywhere else. End of the first half – the suspense is total. The players return for the second half; the pace quickens, but also the number of infractions given, especially against the Boca team, which bring out indignant and vociferous protests from the fans, the referees being copiously harangued – I wished I had enough Spanish to appreciate the full meaning of the stream of epithets and expletives thrown at them! Impatience and trepidation are growing, when Boca player number 10, Juan Roman Riquelme, in a powerful kick half way into Racing’s zone, breaks the suspense, with his second goal of the night. The stadium explodes. Joy and ecstasy know no bounds! Cynthia and I found ourselves screaming our appreciation –we are simply taken by this all! From then on though, the game takes a defensive turn for Boca Juniors, a strategy the wisdom of which I question, as Racing becomes more and more aggressive and spends more time in Boca’s zone. In the end though, all is well and the final score remains Boca Juniors 2, Racing 1. Everyone is happy and smiling. What an experience!
The long exit out of the stadium starts, in its dark and tortuous inner corridors, amidst the continuing happy chanting of the fans. We were told to stick with the crowd as we walk the streets of Boca, known for having the highest crime rate of BA. No incident – actually we are enjoying this walking “en masse” and feeling quite secure; in no time we are in a taxi on our way back to the hotel where we go to the bar for a bite to eat and a glass of wine “to celebrate” in a way this energizing experience.

To top it off, as we are sitting there, 3 or 4 Boca players walk in under the appreciative gaze of a few patrons – we were told indeed that they usually stay at the Intercontinental. I recognize one player, the bald one. Loosing no time I ask a server to get him to autograph my program – he is actually featured in it. The server says he can’t – against the house policy – but he picks the program anyway and brings in to one of the players’ entourage, who then goes to the players table and secures the coveted signature. Just in time as the players are making a move out. The “associate” – he may be the manager for all I know! – brings me back the program, which is now adorned with the black felt pen markings of Luciano Figueroa!
For more on Boca, see Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boca_Juniors
P.S. at the moment of publishing this, three teams, including Boca, were sharing the lead in the Apertura tournament, with one game to play on Sunday December 14; a grand finale is in the make, with possible playoffs!

Buenos Aires – « Mapa de las artes »

Buenos Aires – « Mapa de las artes »

The arts seem to be more palpable in Buenos Aires than in many other cities. Perhaps we are more conscious of it as visitors, but arts is everywhere! In the museums, cultural centres (e.g. Recoleta and Borges in Galerias Pacifico ) and the galleries of course, of which there are plenty, but also all along the streets and squares, ranging from what the artisans are selling along Avenida del Liberator in Recoleta or in San Telmo over the week-end, to the sculptures of all styles that adorn private and public spaces and buildings, to the more artsy barrio of Palermo Viejo, home of the more culturally-inclined “creative communities” of Buenos Aires. The prevalence of arts in BA is well illustrated by this little publication put out by the city every other month called “Mapa de las artes” which tells you what new is happening on the art scene and where, by barrio – plentiful!

Argentine painting of the early 20th century, as shown at the Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes (http://www.mnba.org.ar/) was a discovery for us – such concentration in time and place of converging influences from European sources mixed with local, Latino American colors. I particularly like the series "Los Gauchos" de Cesáreo Bernaldo de Quiros. We are fortunate too to be here while the temporary exhibition Latitudes, maestros latinoamericanos en la colección FEMSA, (Fomento Económico Mexicano S.A.) is in town; it offers also an extraordinary vista of the better known artists that have defined the Latino American painting of the 20th century, from Antonio Berni, Diego Rivera and Frida Khalo to Fernando Botero, to name a few with whom I am more familiar (Note : see the exposition guide we brought back).

We got another good look at last century’s Latin American painting when visiting MALBA – the Museo de Arte Latinoamericano de Buenos Aires – the most compelling piece of modern architecture we were given to see in BA, the creation of businessman and major art collector Eduardo Constantini. Built by young Argentine architects, its construction does not go back I’d say more than 10 years ago; lots of light allowed to come in (great shop by the way) (http://www.malba.org.ar/web/en/mission/index.php).

Its permanent collection – the Coleccion Constantini – offers a very extensive selection from all periods of the century, and where again the European avant-garde influence is felt very strongly; most of the art pioneers of that day after all spent some time in European capitals before coming back home to confront the more traditional style that prevailed at the time. I enjoyed more the works of the earlier part of the century; I am not much of a fan of the “Concrete, Constructivist and Abstract Movements” that followed, in line with what was happening everywhere else, and even less of the neo-figurative, conceptual, pop, minimal trends that came in the 60’s and 70’s – I don’t go much for extremes, like piles of waste and refuse materials that pass for “work of art”...

We liked also the museum’s section on recent acquisitions – eclectic but all interesting pieces, especially that sculpture depicting a man, lying down on some contraption, seemingly being tortured: pure lines and an obvious reference to a not-too-distant past... A look en passant at its temporary exhibition relating the work of the Asociacion Amigos del Arte 1924-42, a singular grouping from the high society and moneyed class of BA that was particularly supportive of Argentine artists and their works, primarily by providing venues free of charge for exhibitions, but also by being the primary buyers of works. The group did not seem to be partial in selecting the artists they support, but it seems that the loss of some cohesion explains in good part that the group dissolved when it did; perhaps it was simply a reflection of the times, when more cultural and political divergences emerged – it simply had served its purpose.
So many others places we would have liked to spend time at – Centro Cultural Recoleta, Museo Xul Solar, Nacional de Arte Decorativo in Recoleta; Museo de Arte Hispanoamericano Isaac Fernandez Blanco in Retiro, and the “Quinquela Martin” in La Boca, but no time, alas...maybe next time?

Les cataractes d’Iguazu – Wow!

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Les cataractes d’Iguazu – Wow!

Comparant les chutes d’iguazu à celles du Niagara, mon guide décrit ces dernières comme un simple robinet qui fuit! C’est peut-être là une exagération mais ce n’est pas loin de la réalité tant les chutes d’Igazu sont impressionnantes par leur nombre et l’intensité du débit. Perçues d’abord par les explorateurs espagnols comme un obstacle dans leur descente de la rivière Parana, ce n’est que longtemps plus tard que leur potentiel touristique sera exploité. Fort heureusement cependant l’ «exploitation » demeure mesurée, les chutes étant constituées en parc national, qui fut ajouté à la liste du Patrimoine mondial de l’UNESCO dans les années 80.

Voici d’ailleurs comment l’UNESCO décrit les chutes : Haute de 80 m et longue de 2 700 m sur un front basaltique enjambant la frontière entre l’Argentine et le Brésil, la cataracte en semi-cercle au cœur de ce site est l’une des plus spectaculaires du monde. Divisée en cascades multiples produisant d’immenses embruns, elle est entourée d’une forêt subtropicale humide renfermant plus de 2 000 espèces de plantes vasculaires et abritant une faune typique de la région : tapirs, fourmiliers géants, singes hurleurs, ocelots, jaguars et caïmans. http://whc.unesco.org/fr/list/303 (Dans un rapport publié en juin dernier, l’UNESCO soulève le danger de dégradation qui guette les chutes dû entre autres à l’existence de barrages en amont de la rivière Iguazu qui causent de sérieuses variations dans le débit des chutes, en plus d’autres menaces comme les infrastructures touristiques passées et désaffectées qui ne sont toujours pas démantelées – nous en avons vu quelques-unes).

Vous vous aurez probablement fait une idée des chutes si vous avez vu le film « Mission » avec Robert de Niro et Jeremy Irons, qui raconte l’aventure désastreuse des jésuites dans cette région de l’Argentine au dix-huitième siècle (palme d’or controversée à Cannes en 1986) http://www.allocine.fr/film/anecdote_gen_cfilm=2152.html

Demeurons à l’Hôtel Sheraton, le seul hôtel à être situé dans le parc. http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=1152 Vue au loin sur la Gorge du Diable, la chute la plus spectaculaire de l’ensemble. L’hôtel n’a rien d’exceptionnel, sinon l’endroit où il est situé, mais il est très fonctionnel, conçu pour accommoder les hordes de touristes fortunés. Notre chambre, au 3e et dernier étage, très simple, à peine 20 mètres carrés plus un balcon, donne sur les chutes. Personnel compétent, bien disposé et efficace; nourriture sans grande particularité (sinon les portions – démesurées comme çà semble être la norme dans bien des restaurants en Argentine!) On prend le lunch sur la terrasse, à l’ombre parce qu’il fait terriblement chaud au soleil, chaleur dont nous essayons désespéramment d’amoindrir les effets à même le vin local de chardonnay et de sauvignon blanc (celui du vignoble Luigi Bosca est particulièrement efficace…)! http://www.luigibosca.com.ar/2007/v8/index.php

Le parc est fort bien aménagé, donnant accès aux différentes chutes par une série de sentiers, la plupart montés sur des structures en métal, enjambant crevasses et bras de rivière. Ils offrent des vues spectaculaires à différents niveaux des chutes, au sommet, à mi-hauteur, ou encore au niveau du lit de la rivière au bas des chutes. On ne peut que s’exclamer en découvrant au détour d’un sentier, une vista imprenable d’une série de cataractes et de cascades, ou encore en se retrouvant à une dizaine de mètres d’une d’entre elle.. Première visite en après-midi à la Gargenta del Diablo, le plus grandiose ensemble des chutes où on se retrouve, presque de façon inattendue, après avoir traversé une partie de la rivière sur un de ces sentiers métalliques, directement aux abords d’un immense bassin en forme de cuve, et du fond duquel s’élève un immense nuage de buée. Impression très forte : d’abord le spectacle grandiose qui s’offre, puis la force brute qui se dégage des chutes et enfin le fracas que créent ces cataractes.

En matinée du lendemain, promenade sur le sentier inférieur où on découvre une autre partie des chutes, tout aussi spectaculaire. Cynthia et moi s’aventurons jusqu’au lit de la rivière pour prendre un bateau qui nous amène sur une île – Isla San Martin – qui semble séparée les deux principaux blocs de chutes. Montée vers un point d’observation qui surplombe une des chutes – salto San Martin – et où on peut sentir un nuage de buée vous rafraichir! Fin d’après midi, dernière promenade, cette fois sur le circuit supérieur qui se situe à la tête des chutes de cette même partie.

Allons dîner en ville, à Puerto Iguazu, à une vingtaine de kilomètres à l’extérieur du parc. Chez la Rueda, un restaurant italien recommandé par l’hôtel, où il vaut mieux s’en tenir aux pâtes – André se trouve ravi de son spaghetti – plutôt qu’à la spécialité locale, le Surubi, un poisson très commun pêché dans la rivière Parana, et où Cynthia se fait une réputation de pique-assiette!
Quittons en matinée lundi sous un beau soleil chaud pour Buenos Aires et, après y avoir passé un dernier après-midi, pour Toronto en soirée. Retour brutal, après onze heures de vol, à la réalité climatique canadienne, avec 2 ou trois pouces de neige qui nous attend à l’aéroport – quelle différence 24 heures peuvent faire!!!

P.S. Just flew over the falls on our return flight – fantastic view that makes you appreciate more their magnificent and gigantic nature. The falls are in a bend of the Parana River where it enlarges as if trying to find a passage way further where it is forced into a canyon some 100 meters below. In doing so it creates a multitude of small islands at the top, and thus as many falls, which are grouped into 2 major formations – I take a few pictures with my Blackberry: as good as it can get!

An 8-day tropical stint...

An 8-day tropical stint...

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Cancun, Mexico, November 1, 2008.

Here for 3 or 4 days for one of the annual CISAC committee meetings. At the invitation of the Mexican Society - I guess people at the Society figured that guests from the North would prefer Cancun to Mexico City at this time of the year...

Cancun, a Mexican quick fix for tourists! Gorgeous set up, with a string of 5 star resorts off a road built on this narrow band of land detached from terra firma, probably originally a big sand dune, trapping a large swap of what seems to be stagnant waters in between (In certain places along that band, it looks more like the “Las Vegas strip on the sea”!) Beaches, blue water, soft pure sand, a great place for honeymooners, retirees, and spoiled young families. A great place it would appear also for partying twentysomethings, taking a break from school or work... You don’t see much of Mexico though. You are a 30-minute (US$58!) swift taxi ride away from the international airport. Then you are hushed into one of these international standard luxury hotels – there must be at least 30 of those – (the Presidente Intercontinental in this case), with a stunning view over the ocean, and with the usual display of aqua-blue swimming pools, outdoor thatch-roof restaurants and palm trees scattered on the facing beach. Great, but if it was not for the distinctly Mexican-looking staff, you could think you are on any big resorts on the same latitude in Asia, or somewhere else in Latin America. Enjoyed nonetheless the day walking along the beach, and stocking some vitamin D for the coming winter in Canada...

I resolved, for my day-off tomorrow, that I will see something more of the country, and organized (rented a car) to go to visit some of the Maya archaeological sites in the region.

November 2
Drove to the Maya temples. Ek Balam first. A minor temple by its size but a “live” one, being still excavated and renovated. See http://www.azureva.com/mexique/magazine/mexique-bon-plan-ek-balam.php3). Ek Balam is about an hour and a half from Cancun, off the 180 freeway, some 25 km north of Valladolid. Still under excavation. Very quiet...until a convention group of some 250 people arrived, and turning the place into a bit of a zoo, older people insisting to climb the steep stairway to the top of the pyramid, and struggling to come down. Interesting to hear the incantations of some of them, once at the top, chanting in unison, their eyes closed and their arm extended forward, in a Buddhist-like fashion.

Had lunch in the nearby village of Ek Balam Pueblo. Thought to go first at what was described in what I read as an eco-tourist place that served excellent local dishes, called Genesis Retreat http://www.genesisretreat.com/; however couldn’t quite find it, or if it was the eco-tourist resort I saw – which appeared deserted – it was best that I had my lunch somewhere else! Ended up at an Italian restaurant – the Dolce Mente http://www.dolcementeekbalam.com/ekbalam_inglese/comollegar_ing.htm – a surprising find in this little village of essentially some 20 to 30 huts around a large square. Actually, the Dolce Mente is a little resort, catering to those visiting or working at the ruins site, and ran by a “colony” of Italians, men and women, who came into this place some 15 years ago. Had a delicious spinach and ricotta cannelloni, which I hurried them to serve...as they were expecting a group of some 250 conventioneers later on!!!

Then drove to Chichen Itza, another half hour further the 180. This is no doubt the most visited temple in the Yucatan peninsula and it gives you on a grandiose scale the measure of the Maya culture, see photos and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chichen_Itza. http://www.insecula.com/salle/MS02825.htm
This day tour gave me a glimpse of the Mesoamerican civilization which prevailed during some 4000 years over the land of modern Mexico and adjacent countries on the isthmus – from 2500 BC to 1521 AD, when the Spaniards arrived and changed so brutally the course of history for the indigenous populations. When you see Chichen Itza, which is one of some 30 major archaeological sites on this land and not the biggest one, you start to realize and appreciate the advancement these populations had achieved in all aspects of life, the richness and diversity of their culture, and what has been lost to the current world.

Drove back to Cancun and arrived in town at night where direction signs where far and few in-between, with no clear indication how to get back to the “Zona Hotelera”...I had to struggle a bit...

November 4

Just watched Obama’s accepting speech. It will make history (“Yes we can”). The emotion of people; the grave, sombre look on his face, already assuming the weight of office, the burden of the task ahead. This was a presidential speech, not a rally, triumphalist, utterance. The world is looking forward... It also reminded me of another presidential election that is of Reagan on his first term in 1980 that was also bearing the promise and prospects of major changes in American policies but of a different kind. I was then in Pokhara, Nepal, straying if I recall at the Fishtail-Lodge hotel (http://www.fishtail-lodge.com/) , on the lake, there with my 5 year-old son, taking a break from diplomatic life in Beijing...

November 6,

Flew from Cancun to Miami, for another all-day meeting there with other music rights societies’ colleagues, dealing with strategic issues that confront us. Staying at the Gansevoort South, On Collins Ave, South Beach, giving on the ocean http://www.gansevoortsouth.com/. Just open 8 months ago, a converted apartment complex, as part of a smart chain – they have another one in New-York City – very swank and trendy, with a wonderful rooftop patio – and a 37 meter-long pool which I made good use of! – which turns into a very swinging bar as soon as dusk settles...a bit too noisy to my taste though... A pleasant 80 degrees, and a nice breeze. Great jugging on the wooden boardwalk that runs along the beach; accessible from the hotel. Had a couple of dinners at seafood restaurants along Ocean Drive – “A Fish Called Avalon” (http://www.afishcalledavalon.com/) and “Quinn’s “ (http://www.quinnsmiami.com/home.htm ). Highly recommendable.

America basking in Obama’s historical election...

November 8. Returned to Toronto (overcast, light rain, 7 degrees Centigrade...)

Seoul, Korea

Been here several times but last visit goes back to 5 years ago. Seoul is gigantic; well over 10M people, a quarter of the country’s population. It has changed again. New airport - Incheon: 3rd one since I came here first is 1993. Fascinating place on many accounts, one close to my professional interests: communications technology. Ahead of everybody else in terms of applications. True convergence of entertainment and telecoms; largest mobile operator, SK Telecom, bought biggest entertainment production outfit a few years back. It is clear for them that money is in the content, rather than in the “pipes” business! Highest broadband penetration in the world. I used to say in briefings “if you want to see the future, go to Korea!”

Splendid, sunny and crisp day on arrival from Hong-Kong. Staying at Grand Hotel Intercontinental, South of the River (I stayed there in the past or at the Shilla, when I had a choice). A free weekend ahead of me. http://www.ichotelsgroup.com/intercontinental/en/gb/locations/overview/seoul-grand) Dinner with Steve, old colleague at local office of Motorola; at Marco Polo, Italian restaurant at the hotel.

Discovered the subway, by far the fastest way to get around and beat the traffic, which can be daunting in Seoul. Did not take long to figure out how it works – easy. Decided to go visit one the 4 or 5 major palaces in the city, the Gyeongbokgung Palace (built in 1394, the oldest palace of the Joseon Dynasty, one of the longest Korean dynasties – 1392-1910, I learn). It’s in the North of the city – roughly 40 minutes by subway from the Intercon. It’s raining; spent some time first in the National Palace Museum of Korea, adjacent to the Palace, refurbished and re-opened in 2005; mainly focused on the Joseon Dynasty artefacts (http://www.gogung.go.kr/eng/index.jsp) Lunch at the Museum Cafe; local dish; dumpling soup; good.

Can’t visit much of the Palace; raining hard. Waited under cover for a televised re-enactment of the “Royal Marriage between King Sukjong and Queen Inhyeon” to start in the Palace; obviously a big affair, involving hundreds of figurants (see pictures above), sponsored by the Korean Cultural Heritage Foundation (http://www.fpcp.or.kr/foreign/eng/fpcp03.htm) After their several attempts to get the show going, always interrupted by recurring rain, I fold up and went for a warm coffee next door (lots of art galleries around, on the East side of the Palace grounds, on Samcheongdonggil street).

Better weather to go for lunch with Simon, old professional contact, a Québécois who has made Korea his home. Korean lunch in Insa-Dong; touristy but enjoyable walk along the car-free streets, bordered by shops and galleries; stopped by one, a contact of Simon – delicate paper and textile artefacts. Swung by Itaewon market on the way back to the hotel, but not much shopping, except for a pair of leather gloves – not in the mood...

Breakfast with Embassy rep; Ambassador, a good friend, in Canada on a typical country tour. Done my business with local society, KOMCA, on Monday. Flight back to Toronto via Vancouver. Celebrated (!) birthday in the air – not the first time...
Oct 28, 2008

Shanghai - Fall 2008

Shanghai, October 2008

Shanghai, Sunday, October 19. Long flight in, from Toronto via Vancouver (could not get on the direct flight). Door-to-door, close to 24 hours. Arrived on time. New terminal at Pudong airport – Terminal 2, opened this year in April. Very spacious of course, long walk from the gate to the immigration hall though. Half an hour to get through immigration, in a queue of some 150 people; quite efficient. Smiling young immigration officers...with a little electronic pad by the side of the wicket, to indicate how satisfied or dissatisfied you were with the service – I pressed “highly satisfied” as the young smiling officer looked up! All in all, an hour from arrival to the car.

45 minutes drive to the Intercontinental Pudong. Pudong has expanded again, blocs after blocs of modern apartment buildings, still all showing that definitely “Chinese characteristic” of looking old very quickly! Around the hotel, Pudong looks very much like a settled city. The hotel, I am told by the staff, was built 12 years ago and was the first 5-star hotel on Pudong (had never stayed here before, preferring the Hyatt in the wonderful Jingmao Tower.) The Mori building – stripped from the offending open circle at the top, which was associated with the Japanese “rising sun”, symbol of Nippon imperialism, replaced by an open rectangle in its second design – now graces the skyline of Pudong, since my last visit there in 2004 (see for a bit more http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shanghai_World_Financial_Center).

Typical Shanghai weather – overcast but still warm at this time of the year (20-25 centigrade). Formula One Grand Prix time in Shanghai. I gathered that British Lewis Hamilton of McLaren-Mercedes won today, ahead of the 2 Ferraris. He apparently dominated the event, putting him in reach (2 weeks from now in Brazil) of becoming the youngest F1 world champion, leading in the points after this penultimate race this year – we will wish him better luck than last year... (One thing sure, we won’t see him in Canada next year, as Montreal was skipped in the line-up of F1 Grand Prix tour for 2009 – Montreal and Quebec politicians are trying to wrestle it back: it’s going to cost...) This is the 5th F1 GP in Shanghai, ran on the Shanghai International Circuit, in the south-west of the city, built at the cost of some US$300M in the early 2000’s, as I recall.

Looking at my itinerary for the next 2 days, deciding how to go back and forth between Pudong, where I am staying, and Puxi, the “old” Shanghai; thinking of using the subway to go from one to the other, as it proved on my last visit here, 4 years ago, to be best way to cope with the enormous car traffic in the city, especially crossing the Huangpu river (which reminds me I wrote a piece on Shanghai back then, having spent a month or so with Laurence & Eric during her time at Jiaotung University learning Mandarin – I reproduced it on this blog going back to 2007). Looking at a Metro map, I am struck by the extent of the network now, with some 9 lines and more under construction, and easily more than 100 stations. To think that when I left Shanghai in 1988, they were completing their first ever line (going east-west across old Shanghai; Bombardier had been then amongst the 5 contenders for the job – we lost to the Germans who literally “bought” the project with incredible subsidized government financing; but eventually Bombardier won “the war” when it bought the German company, AdTranz(?), a few years latter!)

Monday, October 20.
Metro ride from Hotel to Nanjing East road/Bund: 10 min walk from Intercontinental Pudong to Century Ave station; train every 4 min.; train ride: 7 min.; walk to Bund: 10 min. Total less than half hour! Peace Hotel closed for major renovations (has been for more than a year, and probably by the look of it another year or so; ownership/management taken over by Fairmont Group). So no lunch on the 8th floor Chinese restaurant – a tradition every time I come to Shanghai. (Had my first Shanghai meal there, in 1979) Had lunch (and xiao lung bao!) at the Tai Wan Lou nearby (at 18 Zhong Shan Dong Yi Road), one of those new chic (Chinese) restaurants in renovated old colonial buildings on the Bund, turned into high temples of “New China” conspicuous consumerism (with their Armani and similar branded stores)! And beggars outside...

Chinese trying to cope with rural/urban divide – major problem and source of serious social tensions. Reading in Shanghai Daily that Communist Party’s Central Committee has announced this weekend what will surely be a landmark change of policy. It will allow farmers to assign their land-lease arrangements, or transfer their land-use rights. This is the other shoe falling, after Deng Xiao Ping’s initial agricultural reform some 30 years ago that de-collectivized land by giving it back in parcels to individual farmers. Along with this, the policy does away with the 50-year old “household-administration system” which tied farmers (and everybody else) to a particular place of residence, thus denying them any kind of social services support were they to move outside of that place of residence. Which meant that farmers seeking or getting work in cities – a phenomenon of large scale since the beginning of modernization – were not entitled to get any social benefits (health; schooling for the kids, etc.) The official number of such displaced farmers: 210 million out of 950 million “registered” farmers! Will obviously be a bonanza for farmers who choose to leave the farm. Good policy move. Much resides though in the execution. The fear is that this opens the door to concentration of agricultural land (a good thing if you see it in terms of economies of scale and increased productivity – this may be a major boost to extensive agro-business in China) and, more threatening, to possible diversion of such land to other uses (e.g. real estate development or industrial use). The Chinese government vows to have “the most stringent farmland-protection system” in place, an ominous pronouncement in itself...

Concerns about the financial crisis in the west and the looming recession also abound in the local press. As China becomes more integrated to the world economy, fear is that the slowing down is going to affect exports and FDI. Growth in China has come down from a high of 10%, to (Oh my god!) a mere 9%! Even at that, as pointed out by one of the people I met, exports do not account for much still in the Chinese economy, and therefore the country remains pretty insular. May be true generally, but still, trade does account for anywhere between 12% to 20% of GNP. The trend of greater integration is there and cannot be without some consequences...What is remarkable though, comparing to only a decade or ago, is the position that China is now in as a prime engine of the global economy, and how pretty it is sitting with its high growth, trade surplus, and record high-level foreign exchange reserves!

Visited the Shanghai Urban Planning Exhibition Center on the People’s Square, between 2 meetings nearby. Big splash illustrating preparation under way for the 2010 International Expo (“The Path to World Expo”; site on both sides of the Huangpu further up the river). One of the incredible sights: a huge scaled model of the whole city of Shanghai filling the entire floor - the Bund is lost across the towering skyscrapers in Pudong! (Picked up Lynn Pan’s latest book, Shanghai Style, Art and Design Between the Wars, 2008)
Private dinner with the Canadian Consul General at the Official Residence. Nice flat at the top of Grosvernor House, a tastefully renovated art deco apartment building part of the Jin Jiang Hotel complex – I wish I had those gigs during my time...My old cook (Xiao Zhao) still around and very happy to prepare some of my favourite dishes (including chocolate chip cookies for desert – I think that was more for the kids but anyway they were good!)

Tuesday October 21, 2008
Took the Maglev to the airport, the magnetic levitation train sensation (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shanghai_Transrapid) . Intercontinental Pudong to station by cab: 25 min. A train every 15 min. 50RMB. Travel time to Airport: 7min 10 sec. Reached speed of 431km/h in 3 min 15 sec. Total time hotel to airport: 45 min. Equal or better than a cab from the hotel by about 15 min depending on traffic...