We avoided La Boca for a long time. I love colour, but the idea of tacky, touristy El Caminito, the little street with painted houses, left me cold. But then I heard about Benito Quinquela Martin.  Martin and La Boca are intertwined.  In 1890 he was left, wrapped in a cloak, at the door of the Sisters of Charity. Written in pencil, on a silk … Continue reading La Boca.