Today, as I walking from Bar Comet where I'd had an awesome merienda with Laura, my friend from Oberlin that I haven't seen in ten years (we soared through ten years of parallel lives in 90 condensed minutes if you can believe that), I saw the sky from Plaza de Mayo and it looked like this:Belgrano may be where River Plate Stadium is (one of the professional football teams in Buenos Aires), but one hoodlum saw class conflict in his tags, and I can't say I blame him. Boca (Juniors) for the Masses Comrades:
Here's the stadium where River Plate Plays. To be honest, it's a beautiful stadium in a nice safe neighborhood: in other words, everything a football stadium isn't.
Erika and I met Sally, Tina and Still Life in Buenos Aires at the Confitería Ideal where we watched old couples dancing to Tango on their lunchbreak. It was such a beautiful and controlled dance. We sat and watched in quiet loving awe.