|Rock you like an Ecclesiastical hurricane|
Argentina is indeed a blessed land, and not because one of their countrymen was just elected pope. Rather, this is a place where dulce de leche is a BREAKFAST spread. Think caramel-flavoured Nutella, or, diabetes with your morning coffee.
|Yes, I was the weirdo photographing the Catedral de Buenos Aires floor|
|Catedral de Buenos Aires|
|...and the wall, too|
Speaking of 'Papa,' I'm just returned from his inauguration party in Plaza de Mayo. Never mind your thoughts on the Catholic establishment, this was a hell (hah) of a good time. Enormous screens have been erected either side of the cathedral and at various other places in the park, set to broadcast the ceremony live from Rome in a few hours. If there is already one thing I'm like to miss about this place, it's the street music. The drummers tonight didn't appear to be part of any official congregation, just locals who are passionate about playing music. The beats were thunderous and prompted the crowd into dancing and flag waving. The scent of charred meat filled the air and smoke rose up across the plaza, from the myriad stalls offering freshly candied almonds, fat chorizo sausages and hunks of pork.
Maté, the South American infused yerba tea associated with socializing, was readily being poured and handed out by locals. The entire affair had the feel of a carnival, assuming your carnivals feature pope badges, pope mugs, pope flags and a mobile missionary station offering insta-baptisms ("Bautsmos aqui!"). At the edge of the plaza, away from the din, stands Casa Rosada, lit up in pink and blue, where Eva Peron rallied the people from the balcony.
|San Telmo street art|
|Argentine National Congress|
|Their bookstores are better than our bookstores|
|Posh chocolate caliente @ Cafe Tortoni|
I have no plans. I'm going where my mood takes me.