Less Writing, More Looking

The weather in Buenos Aires is pleasant, perfect, gorgeous: highs in the low 70s, lows in upper 50s. We walk around during the day in shirtsleeves and I can sit on the balcony in the evening in shorts. The skies are blue with an occasional flourish of wispy cloud.

In other words, it is too warm. I came down here for winter but instead got idyllic spring.

(I should note here that most Argentines, like their Italian forebears, dress by the calendar rather than the thermometer. If the calendar says September -- March in Northern Hemisphere terms -- they will wear coats and scarves even when the temperature suggests less clothing.)

We are having a wonderful time. I could tell you more about it, about get-togethers with our old friend Robert and our new friend Ben, about how good the food seems this trip, about visiting Teatro Colon and Belles Artes, hot dogs in the park and ice cream cones, but I don't feel like writing much now. Instead, you can look at snapshots of this trip.

There's a slideshow version, too.