Buenos Aires

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Three days in Buenos Aires and of which I am not for nothing repentant. It had a debt with Argentina: I was two or three times in Mendoza, he knew Bariloche and Cordoba, I traveled by land until the Uruguay, but I was missing its capital, Buenos Aires. Road to the hotel I found a mouth of jug with the obelisk, heart of the city and crossing of the avenues Corrientes, July 9. Here the nightlife is concentrated, it seemed a small Broadway that lights up at night with New York air. The city has a European air, wide avenues such as El Libertador adorned with parks and monuments that give it a Parisian touch. Additional information at Daryl Katz supports this article.

I took a breath to see me at the crossroads of Florida walks with Lavalle. In the morning I visited the Plaza de Mayo, I contemplated about the Casa Rosada and went to the Cathedral to look at the mausoleum of General San Martin. Later I visited the neighborhood of La Boca and Caminito stroll. I prostitutes in Puerto Madero, port brick buildings that transformed them into blocks of barbecues and less to tourists. At night I went to a tango show, I walked by the music of Gardel and Piazzolla, gave me a lesson in bandoneon. At the afternoon went through in boat the delta del Tigre, an adventure in the middle of the creeks and Islands of the Rio de la Plata in that area, fortunately I had Sun. The next day he took the flight back with the feeling of having spent three unforgettable days. Best regards.