sizzling on the grills of the restaurants that line the street (almost as numerous as the maple trees)….the smoke so thick and juicy that I just know that if I take a bite as I disappear into it, I’ll surely taste it when I came out at the other end. Malbec swirled with wafts of strong tabacco leaves and a trace of the sweat of a Cuban cigar master. Through the dust encrusted window of the taxi, the orange-ish street lights of Buenos Aires cast Dali-esque circles escorting vehicles to the airport like many small suns refusing to die on an early winter evening. My business trip was successful; my personal time worth every bit of effort. Iguazu Falls are nothing short of a miracle to behold. They took my breath away like a slap in the face with a soft bouquet of gardenias. Buenos Aires was . . . so civilized. It made me think of the title of a book yet to be written:"Quiero Vivir en Buenos Aires"
(I Want to Live in Buenos Aires). Enjoy my trip through my photos!
Sounds of a distant tango playing from a second floor studio closed tight to keep out the cold air that's invaded Buenos Aires.