This morning we woke up and it was raining quite hard. Having already spent quite a lot of time in Ushuaia, we were in no rush to get wet. The hotel was very good and said we could use their facilities all day. The main room was stocked with beautiful books of photos of Argentina and Patagonia. For the whole time we had the company of a heat loving ginger tom described as "El dueno del comedor" (the dining room boss).
We had an unremarkable flight to Buenos Aires, where we were picked up by a thrill-loving taxi driver.
Our hotel is in Palermo Hollywood - an area filled with bars and cafes. The temperature was 28 Celsiious at 11 at night.
We ate dinner on the pavement a block down at Rave. Though it was approaching midnight the streets were full of people coming and going. Last time we visited BA, it was too hot to go out during the day, so we slept through the heat of the day and ventured out in the evening. One thing about Argentina is that the pasta in restaurants is almost always "casera" - home-made. We had pumpkin and walnut ravioli with spinach and basil.
Watching people park was an experience. The gaps between cars are very tight and the method seems to be reverse slowly until you hit the car behind. Sometimes a character would suddenly appear to guide the driver, expecting a tip afterwards.
Whilst we ate we were approached by streetsellers hawking flowers, pens, cards and sweets. It must de a desperate way to eek out a living.