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.

When I finally made it to San Telmo (it’s quite a walk from my hostel), it was just beginning to rain. Here are a few of my pics from that day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Such beautiful architecture to see inside. From what I understand, it was built in 1897 and designed by the same man who designed Recoleta Cemetery – Juan Antonio Buschiazzo.

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.
Beautifully.
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.

 

 

Clear skies today.

 

 

 

 

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 just sort of stumbled upon this place. There are so many doors and alleys and streets to ramble down, I could easily have missed it. Who knows what I have missed?

 

 

 

 

 

I guess you could call it sort of a ‘mall.’ There are little stores around every corner in what is an old home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I lurv this mid-century modern furniture place. It’s

Anyway, on to the outdoor market…

Drool….
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!