It’s February in Rio de Janeiro, and the sweltering summer is showing no signs of surrender. “Bafado, né?” affirms Mateus, who will show me around. A lush green canopy stretches overhead, its leaves casting a dappled glow over the cobbled driveway as they soak up the morning rays. I am at Sítio Roberto Burle Marx,… Continue reading Roberto Burle Marx and the Art of the Tropical Garden
