Strolling through Palermo.
Horserace.
Gorgeous trees letting the light in.
Jacaranda.
Weekends in Buenos Aires have a magical way of flying by and dragging on at the same time.
I wouldn't trade them for anything.
Over the weekend we...
I wouldn't trade them for anything.
Over the weekend we...
Went to the Gran Premio horse race where I ate kettle corn and lost a 20 peso bet on a horse named El Bullanga.
Had a long brunch with fresh squeezed orange juice and architectural sketches on placemats.
Started and finished The Sun Also Rises. (How had I not read this before?)
Visited the barrio chino for peanuts, tofu and hot sauce.
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