Buenos Aires Travel Blog› entry 30 of 58 › view all entries
So, onto Buenos Aires, or Good Air. We think it's fair to say that anything less than the next great (South) American novel would entirely fail to do justice to Buenos Aires, so we might as well just keep it brief. It was great. I (Michelle) loved it and would quite happily have stayed, for years.
We were here over christmas, traditionally a family oriented time, much like in the UK, except here they have a big dinner on christmas eve, with presents at midnight. Despite this we managed to stumble across one of the few cafes/restaurants that was not requiring christmas eve reservations, and which turned out to have tango singers belting out tango show tunes all night. They even took pity on Steve's puppy-dog eyes and gave us free midnight champers (we had shared a tiny cheap pizza rather than the set menu that included the midnight champagne).
We spent the rest of our week in Buenos Aires mooching about, seeing the sights, watching some tango, taking a day-trip to nearby Tigre which we imagine to be a bit like Venice, if Venice had suburbs, and deciding which parts of the city reminded us most of which parts of London.