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Published: November 5th 2012
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After deciding to stay an extra day in BA as there were still things to do and see and leather to buy we thought it was time to get serious about checking off the items on our "must do" list. Blue skies above us, and with a definite spring in our steps we headed out to explore the cobbled streets of San Telmo, an eclectic and gritty neighborhood just up from La Boca.
Here's the round up of how it went, all accompanied by lots of laughter and chats with locals:
Walked the plaza in San Telmo - nice with great bohemian vibe
Walked the streets filled with antique shops and don't buy anything expensive or dusty- sorry G there were gorgeous cuff links from the 18th century but they were too good to end up in the washing machine
Sampled the ice cream - the dulce de leche and vanilla was divine, boys you would have loved it and no mango flavor to be found
Bought tango shoes- shoes purchased with much excitement in a truly neighbourhood store with the possibility of our photos popping up in the stores future advertising
Got lost and trusty map now in two
pieces due to wear and tear
Saw smallest house in BA, because we got lost it was closed but it is very small
Had empanadas for lunch- very tasty and cheaper than the cokes
Toured prison museum and have lovely chat to currator who was an old time charmer
Got lost trying to find the very very large pink place - Casa Rosada
Rochelle hands over map but print to small for Pip to read
Finally arrive at the Presidential Palace or Casa Rosada and jump for joy, R takes photo of solo traveller and requests she jumps for joy also, which she does
Walked some of Plaza del Mayo and its avenue - mmmmmmm done ...tick
Stopped for afternoon tea at Cafe Tortoni, the city's oldest cafe which opened in 1858 and has the city's best churros con dulce de leche - just delicious!
Headed home to freshen up for dinner after deciding that more meat is needed.......
Sometimes you know as soon as you enter a place that it's not going to go well. We recognized the signs but for some reason thought that the "charm" of the restaurant might be compensated for by the quality of the
food and the fact it was full of locals. After a bumpy start in Spanish/English with the waiter openly sighing at us,mour "parrilla" finally arrives. In the country where you can cut you meat with a spoon this needed a hacksaw. Needless to say it went downhill from here, more steak arrived which was only marginally better, waiters got grumpier as did we........enough said.
Popped into local bar on the way home and cheered ourselves up
Arrived home ataround 2.30am to have the reception staff tell us it was too early to be home and we should go back out and party, clearly not as young as we use to be!
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