I'll admit, I went here really for the Saturday market...what? I love buying shit! But when I arrived I suddenly remembered why I like Sundays in San Telmo so much better--it was all hippie stuff. Each market day (in each neighborhood) has a little of its own personality and while I do like crafts, etc, I'm really much more into the old stuff. If only they had a Funky Designer market...one can wish, right? (Actually they kind of do but it's more of a trade show and it's in October...believe me, I asked.)
So after wandering the maze of booths a bit, I made a beeline for the Cathedral's stand. I'm obsessed with rosaries so I figured I should stock up and I remembered exactly where to go. I picked up a few things but the best one they had was the one I bought last time...oh well. Guess there's always the kiosks at Dolphin Mall...
I stepped inside the Cathedral and it was buenissimo as they all are. Since it was kind of a touristy day, lots of people were taking pictures and not many people were praying so I took advantage:
Doesn't He look like he's given up? Not a good sign people...
Even though I've already been in the cemetery before, I decided to walk around inside again because it really is beautiful. It was getting a little dark and overcast so I spent less time inside than I would like but the last thing I wanted to do was get caught in the dark (vampiros!) or in the rain (absolutely not standing inside a mausoleum to wait for the rain to stop!).
A long corridor of mausoleums. There are a million and I can easily see getting lost (and locked in) this cemetery...
It started to smell like something died in there (excuse the pun! it was probably one of the hundreds of cats...) so I headed out. The thing I've learned about BA is that once you start walking it's kind of hard to stop. The shaded sidewalks and string of parks contribute to this greatly but the rest is made up by my incessant curiosity. I never know what's around the next block so I keep thinking, "one more block then I'll catch a taxi." That one block turns into 2 then 3 then before you know it you've walked half the city, which is exactly what happened to me upon leaving Recoleta. Once I stopped long enough to look around, I was pretty close to home so I kept going. My guide a few days later said I probably walked 4 kilometers at least...that's about 2.5 miles not counting all of the walking in circles and beforehand. Needless to say I was a little tired...
Nonetheless I decided to go out for Thai after resting a bit at home...not bad.
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