Not a Village, eh?
Buenos Aires. I have a friend in Toronto who in the last few years started traveling around the world on his annual vacations. After each return to Toronto he says – “you know Henry, Toronto is a village”.
It does not take long to feel that Buenos Aires is not a village. As soon as you get in – in our case – off the boat, you realize that you are in one of the grandest cities of the world. The place simply vibrates, oozes with activities.
We arrived around noon, deposited the laundry and off into the megalopolis to see the architecture, monuments, historical places that until now were places one read or heard about or seen on TV and movies. Impressive it is. Like New York, Paris, Shanghai it is a place that just about every street has something worth to see and spend some time.
So we will try to do what we can in the next 48 hours beside of course watch Tango, sit in one of the many great cafes, eat a huge meal at midnight, etc, etc, etc.