Domo Arigato...

¡Mira los robotos!

The main idea for today was to meet up with my dad's madrina, or godmother. Such an elegant lady. She took us out to a nice lunch. The restaurant was part of this Museum of Decorative Arts; apparently when the museum was still a mansion, what is now the restaurant was the gardener's quarters. Lemme tell you, life couldn't have been too bad for that gardener. I had the croque monsieur. Is it wrong to say that the best meal I've had in Buenos Aires was French? No. Buenos Aires is a very cosmopolitan city. La madrina took very good care of us.


My dad and his godmother.

Today, we also bought records! I picked up a few items I came looking for, namely music from this band Los Gatos, who were Argentina's local answer to the Beatles. No idea how it's going to sound exactly, but it's worth a discovery. Also picked up this Paul Simon album that was never released in the States; it was one he recorded after he and Artie broke up for the first time, after their first record. Never seen it on vinyl before, so this was very exciting for me. Hell, aren't you thrilled?


¡Discos!

Overheard in Argentina:

My dad, to taxi driver (in Spanish): All the taxi drivers on this trip have been very, very friendly.

Taxi driver: Like everything, there are good and bad.

I dig that cat's worldview.


Here are Argentinos at the nation's first, recently opened, Starbucks. Clearly the novelty hasn't worn off yet.