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<\/a><\/p>\nThe morning saw a city tour with an incredibly informative guide by the name of Jeremy. Sights included such varied locales as the city center seat of government, a pink building that screams Equatorial chic. It’s from these balconies that Eva Peron and her presidente husband would give their speeches.<\/p>\n
From there it was a detour to the city center’s cathedral that once was the home of now Pope Francis. The exterior facade is more courthouse than church but features 12 Corinthian columns representing the 12 apostles.<\/p>\n A short bus ride through cartoon character alley (which Meg and I hope to re-visit tomorrow for photos) brought us to Caminito, a funky section of town that when the sun sets becomes incredibly dodgy… Something our tour guide implied might involve Argentinian cosa nostra. It was here that I paid 100 pesos for three tango poses with a busker. It was… Odd.<\/p>\n I finally got a shot of me and Meg that I think conveys what was happening in this square; if a typical picture is worth a thousand words, I feel like this one might be worth 2000.<\/p>\n A quick tour of the city’s famed cemetery, including the surprisingly tasteful Eva Peron mausoleum, was followed by a stop at the flower sculpture that reminded me more than a little of the Chicago Bean. I need to google later if it was the same sculptor.<\/p>\n Returning to the hotel, a leisurely lunch of Argentinian BBQ skewers lead into a stroll past little Big Ben, a U.K. gift to Argentina on their independence centennial. Our tour guide couldn’t think of what the US gave; one assumes it was a tea cozy.<\/p>\n Meg and I then headed out to see the famed book store that was housed in a converted theater, El Ateneo Grand Splendid. It was a sight to see for sure.<\/p>\n The huge lunch sabotaged our plans for an Argentinian steakhouse and we wound up grabbing a beer at the Kraken Bar because, well, it was called the Kracken Bar and the bar was a ship.<\/p>\n There we met Margo and Rich, two itinerant Americans in their own wayward journey through South America. They were headed out in the morning on a 30 hour bus ride over the Andes that Margo had booked that sounded both awful and awesome; they thought the same thing about Meg and my soon to start journey to Antarctica.<\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a> <\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n