Mark has the blogging bug!
Buenos Aires is a sexy, vibrant and wonderful city. We spent the best part of a week there and loved it. Not just because of the steak, nightlife and the long list of things to do and see; it’s the buzz of the place, the can-do attitude that every major metropolis should have. My favourite South American city so far (Leila’s sticking with Rio, but perhaps my choice is impacted by the poor weather we had there).
Given how football mad this place is, we had to go to the Boca Juniors stadium. The price for a match was too much for us (I think Chelsea fans would balk at how much a ticket is here) but we did the museum tour and pretended to be hooligans.
Boca Juniors is in the port district of La Boca, BA. The Caminito houses are brightly coloured because the cheapest paint available was what was left after painting the ships in port.
There are three gods in this city. One of them has a capital G, and the worshippers of that particular deity were delighted when the new pope was announced as the Argentinean Jorge Bergoglio whilst we were in town.
The other two go by the names of Maradonna and Evita. The former has a statue in the Boca Juniors museum for Argentinians to bow to, and for English travellers like us to swear at.
The latter has huge portraits on the sides of prominent buildings. Given I knew little about her besides an occasion where she stood on a balcony singing to Argentina not to cry for her, we thought it best to go to the museum. She sounded like an incredible woman – a cross between Princess Diana, Emeline Pankhurst and Maggie Thatcher.
BA had some great handicraft markets. The San Telmo market was vast, it must have stretched 20 city blocks. Amongst the obligatory tourist tat there were some great bargains. A friend bought a calfskin rug for about 100 dollars, a tenth of the price back home in New York.
Of course tango was everywhere, as well as other traditional Gaucho dances.
We had a crack at learning tango. The basic steps are not hard, but I think our posture and control left a lot to desire. Also, tango maestros tend not to wear a yellow t-shirt.
One of the highlights was the tango show which we saw on our last night. These people are seriously talented.
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