First it was a premonition. Then a breeze of craziness. A 2%-possibility that turned into 100%-reality. It feels like destiny, magic, like love.

This blog is to freeze this special period. To give room to our new-won Latino-coloured creativity. And - above all - to let you be part of it.

Eager to read your juicy comments! / Faites nous part de vos remarques ou blagues, lachez-vous! / Vse neumnosti dobrodošle!

P & T



Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Where have all the women gone?

San Antonio de Areco's Top 5


1. Bar San Martin, 12.30 am. Outside a dozen of bikes and a dog. Inside a dozen of gauchos. Jars of cheep house wine, some dirty jokes and a billiard competition. Berets, bermuda shorts and worn-out espadrilles. It took me about 5 minutes to realize I was the only woman in there. A tourist, obviously. A local woman wouldn't dare. A curiosity - just like the dusty objects exhibited on the wall: animal skulls, gaucho tools, faded Molina Campos' motives, village calendars ... and a lot of dust. Difficult to find a more authentic atmosphere... 1 pm: all of a sudden all vanish. Wives have just put lunch on the table.


2. You'd better not be a vegetarian. Meat is just about everywhere. A weekend is not enough to try all the parts of a cow. There's absolutely none that wouldn't deserve to land on a plate. Chorizo for lunch, lomo for dinner, tira de asado for lunch, matambre for dinner ... ready to test your carnivore limits?


3. Bars. Tokyo, Mitre, San Martin ... Going for a beer is like going back to the past. Dusty bottles, "piso damero", ancient coffee and soda machines and corner tables taken by lonesome gauchos, contemplating the vibrant tourist scene, for hours on end. Time stops.

 Design brought directly from Paris, 19th district. Pure Montmartre.



4. Empty parks - and Thomas going to pick up his baby at school :)


5. Seul au monde. Unique.

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