Mike arrives and there is more sight-seeing in Buenos Aires...
Some statue I've forgotten the name of...
A nice concrete chair on our walk through Retiro to Recoleta. This is one of the Avenida de 9 Julio medians. Portenos seem to really dislike this street, since its width makes it difficult to cross on foot during one light. I grew to loathe it as well, as I seemed incapable of exiting the Subte on the correct side of it.
This is the Recoleta Cemetary, famous for being the burial ground of Evita. It's more like a mini-city, full of well-tended or even new mausoleums, as well as those that are completely forgotten and crumbling apart. The place is also full of feral cats. People crowd to see Evita's burial spot, but it's just a plaque.
There was a brewery quite close to the cemetery, and it was hot, really hot, so we stopped to get a drink and soak up the air conditioning. I got the sampler, and they weren't kidding around with the quantity of beer.
Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes, also in Recoleta across from a fairly large windy street with people selling all kinds of jewelry and hand-made goods. For the first time, I had the feeling I'd been in this exact spot before. (I had been to Buenos Aires before, but ten years ago, and for just a long weekend, and it's a long story, but my head was exploded from a bad landing on the plane and as a result I don't really remember too much).
Picture of a rainy day. Very rainy.
The smallest house in Buenos Aires. Once the carriage house of the place next door, a man gave it to his newly emancipated slaves to live in.
This is a pretty, but weird part of Puerto Madero. Really nice and well-landscaped and very new. But devoid of people, so the overall feeling was a bit creepy. Apparently it's mostly full of ex-pats who come and go by car and live in well-guarded apartment compounds.
Mike, anxious about the long-distance bus trip to Bariloche.
But no fear, we had the fancy, fully-reclining bed seats.
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