Taste of Polonia

Another image from last Sunday's festivities at Taste of Polonia.



This really says "Chicago" to me.

san francisco siesta

dolores park I

I really miss Dolores Park. For a couple of years, it was like my backyard. This weekend was a beautiful one for just sitting in the park.

subte climatizado

I don't take the subway here half as much as I did in New York. The lines are all a little different. On A line, the doors open well before the train stops. (Really: don't lean against the doors.)

In the summer, all the windows are open in the cars, allowing the warm, underground breeze to pass through. There are also these giant metal ceiling fans on all the cars and in the stations, but they don't really do anything unless you're standing directly beneath them.



It is hot underground.

playa repetto

It was 34 degrees C (93 degrees F) all weekend. Sunday we caught the last rays of sun on the terrace, drinking Quilmes and eating leftover tiramisu.


The other night we heard the train blaring and it sounded like a boat, and sometimes the wind rustling through the trees can sound like the ocean--so we've taken to calling the deck Playa Repetto--Repetto is the name of our street here in Villa Crespo.

And 'playa' (beach) is pronounced "pla-sha" here in Buenos Aires, of course.