I’m in trouble.
I’m in serious danger of falling in love with Buenos Aires. This is getting dire. And I still haven’t actually seen any live tango yet.
Last weekend I walked down to San Telmo. The weather was beautifully dark and cloudy and foreboding of rain – my kind of day. I set out early in the morning, as I am wont to do.
Still early and dark enough that the lights were on.
There were these interesting looking squares embedded in the asphalt here and there and I thought they were artistically appealing.
I guess art is where you find it.
Speaking of which, there are lots of murals in the area.
I couldn’t tell if this sculpture was made using rusted metal screen or some sort of basketry. It was hanging up pretty high overhead. Anyway, I really like it.
There weren’t many stores open because of the rain, which was gushing by then. Also, because of the rain, the street vendors were nearly non-existent that day, so I walked back to the hostel, arriving soaked through.
And I went back the following Sunday (today).
On the way, I saw this gentleman busking, singing opera.
I’m not a huge fan of opera, normally, but I’ve always appreciated the talent and skill. This man brought tears to my eyes. What a beautiful voice.
Empty streets….. for now.
More lovely architecture along the way.
I wish this place had been open. It looked really interesting. I love the name:
The Melancholy Ruffian.
I guess you could call it sort of a ‘mall.’ There are little stores around every corner in what is an old home.
Anyway, on to the outdoor market…
Back inside the market, it was much busier than it had been last time I was there. But I didn’t stay long. I’d been walking a lot these last two days and my feet were pretty sore. I need to learn how to say “shin splints” in Spanish, because I feel them coming on.
But the Museum of Modern Art is just around the corner from the market and I wanted to go there first, so of course, I did.
Photography is not allowed inside, but there were some interesting exhibits. I got to see a painting by Piet Mondrian, which was pretty great.
They had one exhibit in which you could take photographs, but without flash. Before entering a very dark room, you were told to walk along the wall around the entire room. It was so interesting. It was spider webs!
A guard asked if I wanted my photo taken and I thought, “Sure, why not?”
It was definitely time to head back to the hostel. I was exhausted from all the walking and I was hungry. Plus, I had to go to the bank ATM to get some cash so I could actually buy some food. Along the way I looked for places to eat and hardly anything was open. Then I remembered my favorite restaurant here in B.A. is open on Sundays. I’m going to do a post about it soon. Such good food and great atmosphere. It’s called Vita.
Anyway, time to kick back and eat some leftovers!