But this is way more photogenic
Oh my. Very happy to be in Buenos Aires. Finally, stuff worth taking the lens cap off. Four days on my own in one of the most wonderful cities in the world. Yes, it means being alert and cautious, but it is also a sweet experience. People are kind, especially salt-and pepper haired, well-bellied men who tactfully help with directions on the subway. Part chivalry, part looking after one of their own tribe.
So nice to be taking photos again. That was a long dry spell.
Florida Street begins with a post modern insertion into the early century establishment.
The compulsory vote dates back to this president, Sáenz Peña. The monument is a remarkable rendering of power.
I would love to see the machine that shows up to lift these sacks of rubble away.
An 1888 shopping mall, restored in 1991, the Galerias Pacifico serves as a temple for the worship of brand named gods.
From my cafe table, the corner of the Galerias and the magnificent Beaux-Arts facade of the Naval Center, the exclusive club for members of Argentina’s powerful navy. I paid a cover charge (of less than a dollar) to sit at an outdoor table. The people watching was worth every peso.
Also worth the pesos was this lasagne made of sheets of roasted eggplant. My deferential waiter poured the sauce after setting down the plate. The recipe dates back four generations.
An inside sneak shot from the upper floor.
What can I say.
Beguiling.
A Spanish colonial reason to pause on a side street.
March 28, 5:30 p.m.
