La ciudad de las ferias
The Saturday Market. The Farmer's Market. An Artisan Fair.
To the average person, this sounds not fun. Maybe every once in a while, but not often.
I, however, have an obsession with them. I "ooo" and "aaahhh" and eat as many samples as possible. I smell the fresh flowers, enjoy a local snack, and enjoy the artsy vendors.
Buenos Aires is all about las ferias the fairs. There are many all over the city on the weekend, but the biggest and best is in San Telmo.
On Sunday, we journeyed south to the barrio to soak up the sights and booths. It's supposed to have the best art and antique shopping in the city. We saw plenty of antiques and some rings bought from forever 21 and being passed off as antique. We walked around Plaza Dorrego and then up a street, when we realized the fair went on for eight blocks.
Hungry and hot, we unfortunately bought lunch at a lonely planet reviewed and recommend restaurant. The worst meal so far, literally crap on our plates. It put us in a terrible mood, and we left cranky.
Of course, what turns a smile upside down? Ice cream. We stopped at Vessa for fantastic ice cream at great prices. We were instantly happy.
Though we didn't buy anything, we certainly walked off our ice cream (at least we tell ourselves that).
Highlights
-Using the oven (gas with matches)
-Taking the 92 instead of the 93 and ending up in a scary area of Retiro (it was at 7:50 am and we weren't awake). We walked past an abandoned parking garage and a diseased umbrella in a wind storm. We almost got onto another incorrect bus, but finally found a bus that would take us to school.
To the average person, this sounds not fun. Maybe every once in a while, but not often.
I, however, have an obsession with them. I "ooo" and "aaahhh" and eat as many samples as possible. I smell the fresh flowers, enjoy a local snack, and enjoy the artsy vendors.
Buenos Aires is all about las ferias the fairs. There are many all over the city on the weekend, but the biggest and best is in San Telmo.
On Sunday, we journeyed south to the barrio to soak up the sights and booths. It's supposed to have the best art and antique shopping in the city. We saw plenty of antiques and some rings bought from forever 21 and being passed off as antique. We walked around Plaza Dorrego and then up a street, when we realized the fair went on for eight blocks.
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| Though refreshing, ice cream is better at lifting moods, so we passed by |
Highlights
-Using the oven (gas with matches)
-Taking the 92 instead of the 93 and ending up in a scary area of Retiro (it was at 7:50 am and we weren't awake). We walked past an abandoned parking garage and a diseased umbrella in a wind storm. We almost got onto another incorrect bus, but finally found a bus that would take us to school.
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