Perused a couple of handicraft markets before Rob got a contender for his worst ever haircut at the hands of a crazy barber who thought himself king of the barbers.
Sat in Plaza Independencia for a while wondering firstly where Rob's sideburns had gone and secondly whether Amy's grandfather used to go to the government buildings.
Inquired what was on at Teatro Solis but nothing of interest so just had a quick nosey around some minor rooms.
Had another stab at finding something of interest in the old town, managing to find a couple of average museums and the cathedral to entertain us.
Hopped on a bus to the street 21 de Setiembre in search of the Rosen Montevideo residence. Found it in it's new form of Il Mondo della Pizza. Tried to imagine how it looked back then, whilst sampling a pepperoni pizza and a Pilsen beer in what may have been the front room or entrance hall.
Walked back to the hostel along Las Ramblas in the evening sunshine.