Two entries by one architect: a gallery with no walls, and a house made of nothing but window.
Not a Monday. The afternoon is written from experience; the house is written from hope.
The gallery sits directly on the metro and can be done on an hour's notice; the house cannot be done at all without writing first. Treat them as two different kinds of appointment and the day arranges itself.
Distance here is measured in traffic rather than miles. Morumbi is not far from Paulista and is nonetheless a serious piece of an afternoon; do not stack it against anything you would mind missing.
Two entries is not a verdict on the city. It is a verdict on how little of it I have seen, and I would sooner leave the page short than pad it.