Today we started at Plaza de Mayo. Which is equivalent to Portland's Pioneer Courthouse Square, kind of. It is the nexus of most political protests that have occurred in Argentina over its tumultuous history. Just last weekend the communist party staged a huge rally here.
On the other side of the plaza is the president's famous "pink house" which could be compared to US white house, except the president doesn't actually live there.
This is the back of the pink house:
We then proceeded down to Puerto Madero. The old abandoned dock lands. Which are quickly turning into a sterile, and much more elaborate Pearl District.
This picture is on the way, note the various bus companies, all privately owned.
In the background are the new highrises of this district, while, in the foreground a truck carries away the remnants of the old dock warehouses.
A perfect example of the new ant hills they are constructing here.
These buildings were surrounded by a completely uninhabited park. The whole environment lacked the flavor and life that is so characteristic of the rest of Buenos Aires.
Except for this guy, who has the best car in the whole neighborhood.
I want one.
Another new building.
We then proceeded down to the boardwalk, where there is the most photogenic pedestrian bridge I have ever seen along with Hooters Buenos Aires.
It looks amazing from any angle
There was also this guy reading his paper, who was about as photogenic as the bridge.
After crossing we ate lunch at one of the small stands that line the boardwalk. The pigeons will sit under your feet and eat anything you drop. If you let them.
Down the way this guy was throwing loaves of old bread at them.
Intermingled among the pigeons are these scruffy green parrots, who have forsaken their arboreal lifestyle and follow the pigeon's example.
There is an ecological preserve on the other side of the waterfront. It used to be a dump, but the native plants took over, prompting officials to protect it.
There are trails that run through the preserve, unfortunately the only day it is closed is monday, which was today. I am going to have to go back to explore it.
That night we had dinner at one of my parent's friend's house. A devoted tango dancer and Maoist. He is a quite outspoken old man. Regardless, I enjoyed his company.
This is the view from his hallway looking down.
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