It’s not just the final resting place for the dead; Recoleta Cemetery comes alive— as the backdrop for a fantastic street festival every Sunday.
I can’t resist the scene— something about the random combination of color, crafts, people and products—-
Toss in some tango— I’d rather wander around this fair than Fifth Avenue.
What could be better than going to a street fair?
Going to two of them.
Across town is another Sunday institution: the San Telmo flea market.
There’s no way to see it all—no way to describe all I did see. If you love garage sales or antique shops or art or shopping, it could be worth the ticket to Buenos Aires.
V would rather have a root canal than go shopping. So this was a rare moment when I felt okay that he couldn’t come to Buenos Aires.
For Daniel, for me, and for my friend who came on the trip— today was as good as it gets.