We are back in BA where the palm trees grow and it's gotten a little cooler since we left two weeks ago. the Claridge is our 6th hotel, and while my clothes are getting a little tossed around in the suitcases, Richard pulled out a clean, pressed shirt for the city.
We are in a much busier part of town right off the main pedestrian shopping street of La Florida. Walking is the best activity, and we browse through a number of leather, shoe and clothing stores, and track down a wonderful antique store a friend has recommended. For resuscitation after that tough shopping, coffee and pastries at one of the many old-fashioned Italian cafes is an absolute must.
Dinner is not until late, so we walk to the National Museum of Fine Arts, which like everything else is open till 8:30 pm. It's disappointing--2nd-rate European art mostly, though some nice Goyas, a Rembrandt, a couple good Impressionists and several stunning 16th-17thC Gobelin and Flemish tapestries. Not much from Argentine painters. We thought we might get a handle here on the Argentine identity, but it eludes us. MALBA, the Museum of Latin American Art largely from late-19th to 21st C is so much more exciting and revealing of where this continent, if not Argentina, is going.
La Cabrera is our choice for dinner tonight--a well-known steak house in Palermo Viejo that turns out to be absolutely fabulous. It's good we made reservations, because when we left At 10:30 every table was taken and there was a line outside. Lots of tourists go there, but also many locals. The atmosphere was fun, and the service, the food, and even the prices were great.
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