Eight Angels, a Lion and Carlos

Taking advantage of a dark and stormy afternoon, Christian and I visited the Recoleta Cemetery.  World-renowned for funerary sculpture and being the most expensive real estate in Buenos Aires, this is the final resting place for presidents, poets, generals and Eva Peron.  Feral cats roam the walkways and bougainvilleas climb over immaculate and decrepit mausoleums.  I loved all the many wing styles of the angels and hope to someday have a lion like this guarding me.

The following day, the weather lightened up and we headed out of town for Sunday BBQ.  Tomas Archeval, of Nomade Winery and former CEO of Chandon South America, invited us to an asada with his family.  We ate sirloin, tenderloin, chorizo, blood sausage, pork, and more tenderloin.  All washed down with his full-bodied Malbecs and Syrahs.  All in the name of research, you understand.  Check out his wines at www.nomadewines.com. 

Monday we wandered the streets and ended up at Clasica y Moderna, a cafe/bookstore with live music - tango guitar from the 1930's on this occasion - and spent a mellow Monday night in Bs.As. with the locals.  To give you a taste of the melancholic and soulful sound, here is a snippet of Carlos Gardel singing about the city he loved.  When he tragically died in an airplane crash in 1935, millions went into mourning and several female fans on different continents attempted suicide.  He remains popular today and portenos (people "from the port" of Buenos Aires) often say "Gardel sings better every day."