city proper

The last time I was in Buenos Aires was five years ago, soon after 9/11 and the Argentine economic crash. Not much as changed. The city is just as grand and beautiful and vital as ever.

After a quick tea upon touch down and a weekend in the Pampas, today was the first day Carlos and I spent in the city proper.

I loved rambling, through wide boulevards and 100 million plazas, matching the physical spaces I re-encounter to the images of my memory. I didn't quite know where I was going, but I could feel what the right direction was. I imagined that an elephant preparing to die might feel this way—except I am not an elephant nor am I prepared to die.