Spreading

A day in the suburbs of Buenos Aires as I worked in a café and Erlyn went to his office. Strolling to and from the café I remembered why this city is so interesting. There are lots of elderly women going to the grocery shop with tiny dogs, destitute Amerindian-looking men selling packets of tissues, and mothers encouraging their toddlers on tricycles.

When Erlyn finished work we headed towards the city centre to a grand old building, Palacio Barolo, which has a rooftop bar. The city view is a vast expanse and whilst Buenos Aires doesn’t have one of those instantly recognisable skylines it still felt like an optimal place for a gin as the sun faded.

Later we visited an old-style pizzeria that felt like the 1940s, and Erlyn’s recommendation of the fugazzeta (a thick pizza piled high with onion) was inspired. The Subte (Subterráneos de Buenos Aires; the city’s underground metro system) also harks back to the 1940s with its tiling and faded grandeur.

Coronavirus fever is reaching all corners of the globe, now including Argentina. See the extra of a newspaper front cover I saw today.