Buzios

Tartaruga or Tortoise beach. I thought there were tortoises here, and thus the name. I'm not really sure about it, though it was explained to me several times. I wasn't crazy about it. The water was cold (it was a cold day), and there were no bathrooms. We sat at the chairs of a guy who offered us half-price caipirihnas but he came by every two minutes like he was obsessive-compulsive and gave us the thumbs up and said, "tutto bem?", everything alright? He then would proceed to tell us what we could eat. It got so irritating, we finally left.

Buzios

This is at Pinguim, a little restaurant outside of Joao Fernandes on the way to the center. We passed it often and had a coupon for it and every time we passed it some guy gave us a menu. I really wanted to try feijouda, which is a typical Brazilian dish, and Pinguim had feijouda completa, which I envisioned as this feast with all kinds of yummy things.

We got rice, breaded and fried bananas, and a big cast iron pot bubbling with a stew of black beans, chorizo and various parts of a big. It was not the most appetizing thing I have ever had. Personally, I prefer a nice black bean soup and would prefer not to have pieces of pig skin and possibly snouts and hooves. We hardly made a dent in it but it was VERY filling, what we did eat. The feijouda completa for 2 could have fed a whole family.

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This was by far my favorite restaurant in Buzios. Hernan laughed at me that I wanted to return here again and again, but for me, after a few bad choices, I preferred to go with a safe bet. It was located right on Joao Fernandes beach, which could be a totally chaotic scene at times with lots of people sitting on the small patch of sand and vendors and people bouncing balls around and kids screaming, etc. But this restaurant which was really just a shack right on the beach, felt like an escape and the food was great. We had shrimp provencal twice, and the last day had this seafood stew. The waiter was great and they had a bottle of oil with dried chili peppers that they soaked for a month as a seasoning. I liked that from inside the restaurant you could see right out to all of the activity on the beach and yet be isolated from it. Even though it was a shack that had no doors, there were windows that made it feel like a seafood restaurant. Just thinking about it makes me hungry. I am going to try to make the shrimp we had there.

Buzios

This is dos Ossos beach (I think). It is down in the touristy center of Buzios. It's not the nicest beach, by far, and I wouldn't hang out on this beach or swim in the ocean here, but it is nice to have this bustling center with shops and restaurants overlooking this lovely piece of ocean with the colorfully painted fishing boats.

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This is Rua das Pedras (rock street?) - a lovely part of the "center" of Buzios - actuallyt the tourist center. This is where all of the cruisers come when their cruise ship lets them out for the day. The street is paved with large stones (thus the name), closed to traffic in the evening, and lined with shops and restaurants. It is fun to walk around at night, even though most of the stuff (other than the food) didn't appeal to me.

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Brigitte Bardot is the one who put Buzios on the map. Before that, it was a sleeping little collection of fishing villages. After she visited there with her Brazilian boyfriend, followed by the paparazzi, the place took off. I'm sure there were other factors involved. Here is a statue of Brigitte sitting in downtown Buzios looking at the water. Thousands of people take their pictures with her and you can see where the metal is shiny in places where she has contact with live humans. Her lap, where people sit, her shoulders where they put their arms around her, her lips where I guess they kiss, and her breasts, where thousands of young men thought they were being funny and original. I wonder what Brigitte thinks about all of this.

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Many of the houses near where we were staying had roofs that reminded me of Japan. This little market in a part of Buzios called dos Ossos, looked especially Japanese to me.

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Killing time in the airport. Hernan started smoking again after quitting for several weeks. There was this weird smoking room at the Rio Airport with an old, very ashen looking man who looked like he should have been on one of those warning photos on cigarette packs. I didn't go into the "room".

Buzios

Here is Hernan's profile as we flew over Brazil. He wanted me to erase this photo, but I think it's cool.

Avenida de Mayo

Avenida de Mayo is one of my favorite streets in Buenos Aires. It is a grand avenue that runs 13 blocks, from the Plaza de Mayo and the Casa Rosada, to the Congress. Planned and designed during the period when Argentina began its rise as the "European Capital of South America". Colonial buildings were razed (with one exception - the Cabildo) and in their place, grand structures of neoclassical, art deco or art nouveau design. Many of them are hotels.

Now, Avenida de Mayo seems forgotten except for protestors who often block it off to traffic as they make their way from the Congress to Plaza de Mayo, or perhaps in the other direction, and tourists, who often stand in line for hours to get into Cafe Tortoni, a classic old cafe where the likes of Borges and friends used to sit over a cup of coffee.

I'd like to see Avenida de Mayo one day made a UN World Heritage Site so that it can be protected and cared for.

Avenida de Mayo

Stencil graffiti. While I really like it, I think the Avenida de Mayo should be spared. Unfortunately, this is the route most protests take, as it runs from the Congresso to the Casa Rosada (Presidential Palace). Hopefully, one day, the Avenida de Mayo will get the respect it deserves.

Avenida de Mayo

Random scenes of faded glory.

Avenida de Mayo

Blocked off to traffic and looking very lush on a late spring late afternoon day.

Avenida de Mayo

The Cabildo stands at the end of Avenida de Mayo across from Plaza de Mayo. It is one of the few reminders that Argentina was one of the many Spanish colonies in the new world, before it was transformed into the "Paris of South America".

Recoleta

Broken sidewalks.










Gigantic villas.
















Park where weekend artisan fair is held.




















The cemetary where Evita and other well-heeled Argentines are laid to rest.

Puerto Madero

Fancy hotels.

Puerto Madero

Greenery.

Puerto Madero

New construction.

Puerto Madero

Shiny buildings.

Puerto Madero

The canal.

Corner Fruit and Veggie Market

This is my local fruit and vegetable market. Actually there is another right across from my apartment building that no one ever seems to shop at. The guy who works there looks very lonely.

This one seems to be run by Bolivians or Peruvians. They are not your typical portenos. There are usually long lines of people waiting to be served. For me it is a little stressful since many names of fruit and vegetables are different in Argentine Spanish and I don't know how to say quantities, such as "a handful", or "just a few". I often end up getting more than I want, since I resort to kilos or half kilos.

Biblioteca Nacional

This is the National Library which stands on the site where Eva and Juan Peron lived. I don't remember all of the details, but I think the library was constructed by one of the dictators who took power while Juan was exiled in Spain. Later when he returned and took power again he put Borges in charge of the library in some demeaning post. I don't remember exactly and probably should check my facts, but like all things Argentina, there is more than meets the eye here.

Avenida del Libertador

This is a busy avenue that runs from Retiro up through Palermo. Ritzy, shiny, high rises with doormen line the avenue.

Montevideo

Colonia, Uruguay

Kiosko

This is a newspaper stand on Calle Tucuman near Ayacucho. They are literally all over the city. While they make maneuvering the already crowded sidewalks more difficult, I do like them. It's nice to see lots of newspapers, magazines and sometimes books on display. Also, many newsstands are decorated with fileto, a typical Argentine painting style, as is this one.

It's Coming....

Well, actually, it's already here. There is one Starbucks that opened in Buenos Aires last spring. It is VERY popular, which kind of worries me, since cafes and coffee culture are so much a part of life here - I hate to see that disrupted and replaced by caramel macchiatos.

Graffiti

More graffiti, this one from Avenida Callao. I think it is on the wall of a school. It says, "Ideas cannot disappear", or perhaps, "They cannot disappear ideas". I tend to think it's the first, but it might be both.

Memory of the Disappeared

This plaque is on a busy sidewalk on Avenida Callao. It is a memorial to 4 people who were detained and disappeared by the military in 1977.

Basilica

I stumbled across this church (literally) as I was walking home from Palermo, post-vertigo attack. I was medicated and still wobbly. The sun was setting and dusk was settling in. The church and open plaza were a relief as I tried to make my way home avoiding pedestrians and rush hour traffic.