I had hoped to walk to Recoleta Cemetery then over to the Museo de Belles Artes today but when I woke up this morning it was pouring rain.  I don’t mind a little rain – in fact, I love it. But it was gushing. I don’t have an umbrella with me and would rather not buy one if I don’t absolutely have to. I just don’t want to buy one more thing to lug around. But after breakfast, the rain had subsided. The sky was still cloudy and grey, but that’s okay – I like ’em that way (except during an eclipse, of course). I’ve always been a fan of grey skies. So, I ventured out, fingers crossed in hopes it wouldn’t start gushing again.

I took a few pics along the way….

There are so many interesting old buildings in Buenos Aires. I’ve been learning a bit about the city lately. It’s got quite a varied history and mix of cultures.

Don’t know a thing about this building…

 

 

….or this one. Sorry!

 

A typical boulevard with atypical traffic. But it’s an early Saturday morning, so not much going on.

I’m pretty sure these are banyan trees, just like in Viet Nam. Amazing, sinuous roots.

 

This is some sort of community arts center, I believe. Love all the giant hand prints on the building. Quirky!

 

Finally arriving at Recoleta, my jaw dropped upon entering the grounds.

I love strolling through cemeteries.  I love looking at the dates, the names, imagining the families and their histories. This place is a dream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love the color turquoise and there were a number of old doors that had the most beautiful patina.

 

(Don’t forget that you can click on each picture in order to get a better look).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And of course, of course, por supuesto, I sought out Evita’s tomb.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This cemetery is understandably one of the best known in the world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I could’ve got lost in here forever.

But it did start to rain again. Not heavily, but enough. I don’t mind getting wet, but I definitely mind my camera getting wet. I figured I’d go to the Museo de Belles Artes another day.
I walked back to my hostel and of course, got lost as one does in any strange city, but that’s half the fun. I found a great little buffet place along the way with Chinese food and flan – what could be better!
So, here am I, back at the hostel, writing to you.