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Una tarde de lluvia en el Mercado de Maschwitz

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Basilica de San Francisco, Buenos Aires

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Tardes grises en el conurbano.

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DIIV • Bs. As

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SEXO PORNO DROGAS

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“SALVADOR DALI: DEL SUEÑO AL PARAISO”

MUSEO LUCY MATTOS

DEL 12 DE ABRIL AL 28 DE JUNIO

A 25 años de la muerte de uno de los máximos referentes del surrealismo, el próximo Domingo 12 de Abril inaugura “Salvador Dalí: Del Sueño al Paraíso” en el Museo Lucy Mattos, Av. del Libertador 17.426, Beccar (Buenos Aires). La muestra permanecerá abierta hasta el Domingo 28 de Junio y los horarios de visita son de Miércoles a Sábados de 11 a 19 hs y los Domingos de 10 a 18 hs. El valor de la entrada es de $70, los miércoles es gratuita. Visitas guiadas

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The Pink House, The Bridge of the Woman, and the Argentinian Experience

October 19th  

Rather than waking up at the 8am upon which we had decided, we got up at about 10, and got moving at around 11.  That meant that we missed our opportunity to see the Palacio Paz, a 12,000 square meter residence that I was told not to miss; that was rather disappointing, as it’s supposedly an incredible experience simply based upon the fact that you’re seeing so much opulence.  Oh well, I’ll guess I’ll just have to come back to Buenos Aires!

Instead, we walked due east from our hostel, to see Congress, a rather pretty stroll along Avenida de Mayo.  It’s a pretty building, based off of the US Congress, and the large dome shows it.  We didn’t stay for long, though, because one can only stare at a building for so long.  We walked past the Palacio Barolo, marveling at its strange architecture; it is a bizarre, 22 story building designed with grand inspiration from Dante’s Divine Comedy.  The number of entrances signify the number of levels of hell, the number of stories, something else, to say the least, it’s a unique building.  We headed back east, running into an Austrian-Argentinian food and cultural festival, occupying the middle of the Avenida de Mayo.  That was unexpected.

We continued on our stroll, stopping at the famous Cafe Tortoni for a brief snack.  With a line to get in, and English more common that Spanish, we regretted doing the touristy thing to do, especially since the coffee and food wasn’t really good.  It was clear that nobody had ever been taught how to make a cappuccino.  However, the building itself was really impressive.  If I were to start a coffee shop, it would most definitely need to be in a grand 19th century building with stained-glass ceiling tiles.

After the brief refueling, we headed to the Casa Rosada, which houses the office of the President of Argentina.  We took a tour, and it was really quite beautiful.  I apparently took a tour of the White House during my infancy, though I sadly have no recollection of that, so I can’t compare; this would certainly do for a presidential office space, I must say.  I also really appreciate the city planning in Buenos Aires.  The Congress and the Casa Rosada are on the same street, and I imagine that, during winter when the trees have lost their leaves, the President can look from a balcony and see the Congress at the other end of the street, two kilometers away.  It’s incredible what a city can do when they plan on a grid!

We headed further west, towards Puerto Madero, where we walked past the Puente de la Mujer, or Bridge of the Woman.  We were exhausted, and hadn’t really had lunch.  There was a museum I wanted to see in Puerto Madero, but we needed food, and we really way to tired to look at art.  Instead of real food –a line of restaurants with identical menus did not seem appealing, we had a quick ice cream. Armed with the metro card that had been gifted to us last night after shul, we headed to Palermo to meet with the friend of Joe’s friend. 

We met with Eze for an afternoon snack, and it was absolutely lovely.  We just hung out at a restaurant, had a cheese platter, and talked for a few hours until the sun began to set.  We learned more about Argentina, about the Jewish community, about many more things about which most tourists would be oblivious.  I truly value experiences like this over a four day trek through the Andes, I must say.  

As the sun set, we walked around a plaza that was right outside the restaurant; there were people dancing to a drum, and a few artists selling their work.  We walked around the neighborhood for a bit, deciding on a place for dinner.  Eze had recommended an Italian restaurant where it would be “mostly locals,” and we wanted to go there.  Too early for dinner, we found ourselves at an adorable little restaurant that advertised its sangria.  It was lovely to just sit and talk on this crisp spring evening in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Having spent enough time doing that, we headed back onto the metro, and arrived at Albamonte.  From the outside, it looked closed: the door shut, the blinds drawn.  We walked in to find ourselves in a little foyer - between the double doors.  There was a line.  Inside, perhaps 100 to 200 people were dining, and it was clear, we were the only tourists.  What a great meal.  We split pizza, pasta, and wine, truly enjoying ourselves in this huge restaurant surrounded by Argentinians.  The waiter was incredibly nice to us as well.  The things you get out of a city when you know someone who lives there!

Full, tired, and preparing for the next day, we headed back to the hostel, assaulted by the noise of the party as we walked it, and went to sleep.