Michael went off to his class at 8.15 after making me a lovely orange juice for breakfast, along with a slice of wicked caramelised apple cake that Jeanette had made the day before. I wandered down to one of the parks, on my way to Recoleta. The park was full of the howling of dogs and it was dog city: the place was full of dog walkers, managing between 1 and 10 dogs.
I didn’t get too close! In fact the dogs were very well behaved and apparently it’s quite a lucrative job being a dog walker in Palermo.
From here to the Avenida del Libertador where I was almost killed crossing a 10-lane road. When I started out, there was no traffic coming but by lane 7 I was surrounded by cars on all sides! I had to find a gap and dash across—it left me a bit shaken. The aim of all the walking was to go to El Cementerio de la Recoleta which is one of the major tourist stops in the city. I spent two hours wandering around, snapping away and baking in the midday sun.
There was a massive queue to see Eva Peron’s tomb, which I queue-jumped in traditional Argentinean style!
There were a couple of ‘special tombs’ particularly that of Luis Federico Leloir, the 1970 Nobel Prize winner in Chemistry. His tomb, below, is rather grand.
Had a brief tour of the Basilica Nuestra Señora del Pilar which was built in 1716–1732 and is a lovely baroque church. I also spent some time trying to photograph the fantastic rubber trees in the park.
Michael met me there at 1 and we walked across to the Buller Brewhouse for lunch. Tried a mixed selection of beer, in miniature pint glasses tat came on a wooden tray. In order of preference (from the tasting) we tried:, Cream Pale Ale, Light Beer, IPA, Honey Ale (though too strong), Stout, Oktoberfest (bleugh).
We wandered across downtown to visit the Muso de Arte Latinoamericano de Buenos Aires (MALBA) contemporary art gallery. The building itself was modern and impressive,. The exhibits dynamic and colourful.
In the evening we went with Michael’s friend, Jorge, to eat in a Turkish restaurant, called something like Club Sino, on Ayacucho (hopefully Michael can fill in this gap). The building was an old upper-class home, with a wonderful old lift and a route through the corner of the ground floor where coaches could drive through to drop off people—very grand. The meal was lovely. A belly dander arrived towards the end and did a long floor show, that inevitably involved some people being dragged up to dance and Michael, Jorge and I got away lightly with having her jiggle her tasselled, sequinned, jingling breasts in our faces. It was impressive, but wasted on us (poor woman), Jorge took us on a tour o he city at night by car, which was great. We went out to the new renovated dock area, the Puerto Madero, which was good fun and he showed us his favourite statue in the city, the Fuente de las Nereidas, which was too erotic to be erected in the city so the city council moved it into the quiet port area. Part of the reason for this may have been that the sculptor was a woman, Lola Mora, and rthis was in 1910. He drove us past the Palacio de las Aguas Corrientes, which I’d love to tour, it was tiled by Royal Doulton and is very grand on the outside, and houses water storage tanks on the inside!