Beautiful Bueños Aires
January 25th 2007 Hurrying through the streets of Palermo, neatly sidestepping the dog excrement and hopping over the wobbly paving slabs I kept my fingers crossed and muttered under my breath that I was only half an hour late and that surely they wouldn’t be closed already. However, as I skidded around the corner onto Thames street, I saw the door had been firmly locked and a forbidding green grill pulled over t
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