The Old Heart of the City
Last night I attended this weird vernissage... not relevant.
The relevant was the ride back home. As I was on the phone with A, talking about how much boys suck, I walked along the streets of San Telmo and I sat there, in Parque Lezama, waiting for the 29 bus to come. My view had to very old bars in two opposite corners. It was breathtaking... to see that part of San Telmo again, that bohemian mix of art, tango and inmigrants. The Old Heart of Buenos Aires, where everythign started...
So connected to what Buenos Aires really was. And sometimes, still is.
Like last night.
posted by Lena @ 3:04 p. m.
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