Day 5. Strike 2. Lunch @ Casa Blanca

There must be a reason I love this house. Maybe because before it became the Casa Blanca,

I used to share the house with some pretty interesting people (I´ll share the look of the very old house on the same lot we had with you if you want to see, just for comparison purposes). But, no. 24 South Hibiscus Drive has a special enchanted feel to it today too. And not only because Morgan, the only inhabitant from the old days of 2000, has a voliére bigger than the average New York City apartment (The New Yorkers invited to this party were certainly not average, however).

The peruvian beef tenderloin was exquisito (this remark coming from an Argentinian, who went back for thirds) and caipirinhas and vodka flowed in the blazing sun of a gorgeous Miami Beach midday. How many different vodkas does the world need? The one promoted at The Turchin was Polish. Whatever, who am I to say.
The art displayed (this is Art Basel after all, we have to keep reminding ourselves) was mixed in authorship and in the glory of it's creators.

See for yourself in this photo gallery
... and in this slide show.

tomáš