Buenos Aires is a city of neighborhoods, like many other big cities, and better yet, most of them are walkable and not far from downtown. Today We donned our tourist garbs, grabbed our camera and headed out to San Telmo today. The sun was brilliant. The sky, a perfect blue. A good day to end our .jpg)
B.A Trip.Took a cab to Calle La Defensa in the San Telmo region. Away from the hustle of downtown, San Telmo retains a more traditional feel with its charming old European-Style buildings with wooden doors and iron balconies, and its cobblestone streets. This is a traditional corner of Buenos Aires, peppered with many of those lovely, traditional bar-cafes I had read about. There were also antique shops selling all sorts of antiques - old
record players, Baroque-style furniture, vases, discoloured posters of Che Guevera, Eva Peron and the likes, glass-wares and crystals, terribly kitsch plastic toys, ancient books and mate cups, etc... Charming. The highlight has to be the Sunday Antiques Fare. San Telmo's central Plaza Dorrego hosts the Feria de San Telmo, a popular flea market. Streets were closed to cars, and were taken over by juice vendors, human statues and musicians entertaining the steady stream of visitors. In Plaza Dorrego itself are dozens of booths where merchants sell antiques and trinkets like old porcelain, jewellery, silver
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ware, old records and etc — and probably a good bit of junk as well.We three gals got Steven a Holy Water Font with Virgin Mary's sculpted portrait. A thank you gift cum Father's day gesture for his great companion and the care he had showered us.
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I bid silent good-byes to San Telmo, Puerto Madero, Recoleta and other places in Buenos Aires as the van pulled out of the centre and headed to the airport. I felt strangely empty now as I was leaving B.A. Maybe I found it difficult to accept that the Holiday ended so soon... Hmm... perhaps the reason why many airports look clinical and charmless was to make parting easier for us. Hasta luego...
.Buenos Aires. While having my hot chocolate ( they called it Submarino= dipping a bar of chocolate into a cup of hot milk) in Montivideo Airport, to my own surprise, i thought i began to miss Rio.. the friendly Carioca, the tasty pau com ove e presunto (bread with egg and ham) and so on... despite the complaints i had on their not-so-safe, not-so-clean street.
Hee.... still i think every place got their own special and unique charm!
Labels: Argentina, Sheepish Breakaway
