Wanderings: Buenos Aires

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The first few days I spent in Buenos Aires are a feverish haze in my memory.  I was recovering from a terrible cold or flu, and I’d spend about twelve hours a day sleeping, and the other twelve wandering around the windy, cobble-stoned streets in a mild delirium.

I carried around a little black moleskin notebook in those days and it was amusing to read through my scribbled notes about rambling down narrow streets crowded with wrought-iron balconies, feeling dazzled by the colorful buildings and tiles, peeking into courtyards filled with light and overgrown with ferns.  The Sunday antiques market was a delightful jumble of noise, food, junk and treasure.  I spent all my pocket money buying fresh-squeezed orange juice after fresh-squeezed orange juice, and tipping the tango dancers on street corners that had me mesmerized.  I walked for hours and hours, letting the winter air cool my overheated skin, indulging in way too many Argentine gelatos, and slowly falling in love with Buenos Aires.

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Fantastic ceiling mural in the Presidential palace

Fantastic ceiling mural in the Presidential palace

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Libreria de Avila

Libreria de Avila

La Libreria de Avila

La Libreria de Avila

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El Ateneo, a bookstore in an old theatre

El Ateneo, a bookstore in an old theatre

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3 Comments on “Wanderings: Buenos Aires

    • I couldn’t stop picturing myself living in all the gorgeous buildings. Someday I will have a wrought iron balcony. Someday.

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