The elevator at my hostel is sort of unusual – I’ve never seen one like it, anyway. The elevator door is like any other, except when it opens at your floor, there’s another door. The first time I saw it, I wondered if I’d be able to get out!
I may have posted this picture before – I don’t remember. But I like it, so here it is again.
Walking around one day, I stumbled upon this luthier’s studio. It was in an almost cave-like area of an old church. That’s the maestro on the right.
This man is sanding a piece on a block of sandpaper.
Not a name I’d necessarily expect to see in South America!
But, Buenos Aires is definitely very cross-cultural.
I’ve heard that in summertime the subway here is a sauna, but right now, it’s fine.
I really enjoy riding the subway.
I like choo choo trains!
Here is a man making and selling garrapiñadas. Omigod, omigod, omigod, they’re good. In the States, something similar is sold as “Boston Baked Beans” but these are so much better and fresher and tastier and yummier… and they smell positively wonderful ….mmmmmm….
Here is some accidental street art.
Seems as good a name for it as any. I just love this old advertising.
Yet another gorgeous old building.
Went to Cafe Tortoni today – a thoroughly touristy thing to do.
I’ve read that at one time it was frequented by painters, writers, journalists and musicians.
Finally, here is a view of a corner I pass through every day that I walk to school. It’s the corner of Av. Pres. Roque Sáenz Peña and Florida.
It’s a nice walk. (: