walking tour

There is a protest going on outside. I have no idea what for. At first I just thought it was construction, and I wondered why a handful of people were clapping along. Then I noticed a person banging his trashcan lid from the top of the apartment building. Then people with broomsticks and cowbells and pots and pans. Clapping, honking. The doorman asked me if I knew what was going on. He said no. Mentioned something about government, banks, typical things to protest. A little old lady said there were always things to protest here. It is really unreal to hear this ruckus. I might go back outside to get a better view, our patio looks over the courtyard, so I can’t see the streets.

Went with Annemarie to Chinatown in Belgrano. Took the subte to Belgrano and walked across the train tracks to Chinatown. Went to the place she frequents, but it was closed on Tuesdays, so we decided on Bashi, a slightly more upscale sushi place. We each ordered two rolls. After walking to her apartment and the subte ride there, we were hungry.

(On the subway people are always trying to sell you stuff, and they just place it in your lap. They come back at the next stop and take it from you if you decide not to buy it. Today I decided not to buy a day-planner and some bobby pins.)

At Bashi I ordered un rollo Azteca and a New York. The New York was just your basic salmon with avocado, which is not aquacate here. It’s palta. The Azteca was amazing. Basically a hot Philadelphia roll smothered in cream cheese, fried, and covered in somewhat spicy guacamole (fiery by Argentine standards).

From there we wondered through Belgrano and found our way to Las Canitas. Then went to Palermo… by then we were almost home. We walked forever. And stopped for ice cream at her favorite place. I had crema de coco with dulce de leche casero con brownie. It was increible. Annemarie assures me she does more than wander around and eat.

Perhaps we will explore more tomorrow.