|Mural on Balcarce|
Mike and Jean wanted to do some shopping, so we walked up Calle Florida, one of the main shopping drags, and entered the Galerias Pacifico, a shopping mall built into an ornate old train station.
|Entrance to the Galerias Pacifico|
|Inside the Galerias Pacifico|
The exteriors of the office buildings we passed were often quite ornate.
|Upper floors of an office building along Calle Florida|
|The entrance of the building|
|The lobby seens from the entrance|
|Ficus tree in Plaza San Martin|
and continued to the Recoleta Cemetary that was jammed with interesting mausoleums, including the Duarte family crypt including many testimonies to Eva Peron (not pictured). This place was interesting itself that maybe it merits a separate blog post later on.
|A particularly affecting monument to a teenaged girl with a poem from her father|
We visited the Museo National de Bellas Artes (not highly recommended) and then a mechanical flower in the Plaza de las Naciones Unidas at the edge of the Recoleta barrio that opens with the daylight and closes at sundown.
|Paul and Nancy with Floralis Generica|
|The action in the tiny kitchen area|
The menu is written only on a chalkboard, but the dishes that particularly impressed were the garlic prawns, the bandiola cooked in malbec, fettucine with pesto and grilled zucchini, and stuffed partridge. The dessert menu looked tempting but we were all too stuffed to eat any.
|Bandiola braised in malbec|
We finished the evening by walking back to Plaza Dorrego where we had drinks outside while listening to a jazz combo; when they took a break they were succeeded by a pair of electric blues musicians who set up impromptu on the other side of the plaza.