The next days were spent ambling over Belgrano, Palermo, Plaza Italia, the Ecological Reserve and the centre, far too much potential for window shopping in the latter. The weather was a bit ropey, but good for walking and when it chucked it down a good excuse for a cinema or museum visit.
The whole point of visiting a place is to try and experience it. You have to walk, sit in cafes and watch the world go by, eat out, eat in - thus utilising the local markets, try the subte, try the bus, the local train - basically try everything. I also learnt a great deal about plants and trees - too much at times :-).
Our days: breakfast, walk, lunch, walk, the odd purchase, buy our dinner and a couple of bottles of wine and retire to the flat to relax, chat, cook and drink.
However, you can't go to Buenos Aires and not go out at night. Friday night, Veronica and Fernando had invited us to their local Italian restaurant. Great place, the owner was suitably OTT and created a great atmosphere. We then adjourned to Plaza Serrano, at around 11.30pm, meeting point for all those on the pull before they head off to a club at 3ish. Loads of open air bars and street stalls that never shut. I'm ashamed to admit it but it wasn't my mother that caved in, by 12.30 i was literally falling asleep. I'm a lightweight and mum's hardcore - c'est la vie.
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