"Brasilia is not Brazil." I have been told many times, both by people who are from Brasilia and by expats.
What did we expect? In fact, we were so unprepared, that we did not really expect anything. It was more like jumping in cold water.
So here is where our landing took place:
This is obviously - for me the architect - a bit difficult not to comment. But I will make an effort to spare you some of my rants (and keep them for a nice long post later). You can see some picture of the interiors here.
The building sits in a neighborhood called Asa Sul 106 - next to Asa Sul 105 and 305 and 306 (check here for a map - turn on the satellite view to get a better idea). Each are filled with similar buildings, about 6 story high, raised on stilts, one bland or blank facade, the other one with large windows facing away from the parking lots. Each neighborhood is spread out in a green expanse, and separated by a large strip of grass (a little yellow now because of the dry winter).
To get in our neighborhood we need to take a highway or a commercial strip (both behind our building). There is no way to get to 302 or 307 without going on these roads - maybe by walking in between buildings, but yet, it is not that conveniently organized. The 200s and 400s lie beyond the highway, under which one must drive. Each of these little neighborhoods have there access via some small commercial strips, the closest thing to a walkable cityscape found anywhere else in the world, and here limited to only about 200 meters long each.
This is obviously - for me the architect - a bit difficult not to comment. But I will make an effort to spare you some of my rants (and keep them for a nice long post later). You can see some picture of the interiors here.
The building sits in a neighborhood called Asa Sul 106 - next to Asa Sul 105 and 305 and 306 (check here for a map - turn on the satellite view to get a better idea). Each are filled with similar buildings, about 6 story high, raised on stilts, one bland or blank facade, the other one with large windows facing away from the parking lots. Each neighborhood is spread out in a green expanse, and separated by a large strip of grass (a little yellow now because of the dry winter).
To get in our neighborhood we need to take a highway or a commercial strip (both behind our building). There is no way to get to 302 or 307 without going on these roads - maybe by walking in between buildings, but yet, it is not that conveniently organized. The 200s and 400s lie beyond the highway, under which one must drive. Each of these little neighborhoods have there access via some small commercial strips, the closest thing to a walkable cityscape found anywhere else in the world, and here limited to only about 200 meters long each.
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