23.07.24 - Boca de sacola

Hallloooooo from foggy Buenos Aires! We are about halfway through our jaunt south of the border, and are having a lovely time in the Paris of Latin America... 

Having arrived on Thursday, found our Airbnb (at the top of a huge tower block, with a heated pool on the top floor!), got to grips with the weird Monopoly money they have here and met up with Martin from the local Sherlock office who gave me some pointers from a nearby bar, we set out into San Telmo and its endless antique shops, markets, impromptu tango performances and dulce de leche ice cream.

On Saturday we hit the port first thing and took a ferry to Colonia del Sacramento in Uruguay, for an awesome lamb lunch and a chilly stroll around the old city streets, then back for a trek through the shopping district and back for empanadas. On Sunday we checked out Palermo, ended up in a petting zoo surrounded by giraffes and flamingos, had lunch under a train line and generally wandered around a rather hip and happening neighbourhood drinking Aperol Spritzes until it was time to go home. 

Yesterday we did more random strolling around San Telmo, and went to trendy  Recoleta for drinks in a secret bar under a florist, followed by huge plates of pasta and a photoshoot by the Obelisk. Today Gaby starts her psychologists convention in Puerto Madero, and I'm going to keep wandering around as the weather gets progressively worse - wish me luck!

Overall we've been pleasantly surprised by how walkable and safe the city is compared to São Paulo. Great food, nice people, and not hugely touristy either, despite the inevitable Brazilian contingent. Long may it continue! 

No compilation this week, except for this one I made for Instagram about the Olympics, and my phrase of the day means "bag mouth" and refers to people who can't keep quiet - basically, any gust of wind and they'll start flapping!

Speak soon,

Leaders of the Fred World