* this entry from 2/1 *

Sunday Street Fair, Doreggo Square
The man squeezing oranges and serving juice from his shopping cart, the lady selling fresh empanadas from a woven basket, the band playing instruments on the cobblestone, the art galleries, the tables displaying handmade jewelry. Defensa, the street up to Doreggo Square is bustling with art and Tango dancers. Tents dot the square, each housing its own curiosities -- antiques and trinkets, old fashioned soda bottles, sink faucets, ornate mirrors, small silver combs, and colorful glass.




Tango Music
Two Guitarists. One closes his eyes, nods and smiles while plucking strings with gentle force. Their music, a magnet of sorts. People crowd in close. A collared, yet unleashed Dalmatian promenades around. Portenos and Portenas are seated at sidewalk tables, some sip espressos. A lady further down blows soapy bubbles. They float above the crowd. Afterward, Anibal Arias, labeled as one of the greatest Tango guitarists sits down to play. Regardless of age (born in 1922), he strums the guitar effortlessly, his music timeless.
(A sample can be heard on the left hand side of the blog in the music player; first song)


Tango Dance
It’s not so much the movement of the dancers -- the way the woman’s leg reaches out, swan-like, before it snaps back to her partner, the way their feet weave harmoniously, the way their chests are pressed together and then apart -- it’s the expression on their faces, the concern in the eyebrows, the passion in their eyes.


In the area -- Church San Telmo


My first ‘real’ steak. After a failed attempt with milanesa, I decided to eat out at a restaurant for a proper steak - Bar Seddon. In my plate were two large flanks, so tender, so juicy, that I easily ate them both.


My favorite photo so far, nestled amongst Borges, Peron, and Kama Sutra, is Harry Potter!!!

..at the moment
Still behind on the blogs :( About to eat a sandwich and head out to explore centro. PS. Here is my revised number +54+(11)+5602-6190 :)