Swiss Army Men's Bathing Suits

The next day we end up in the bustling district of San Telmo . San Telmo is another area where they appear on every corner couples who cling to the rhythm of the tango, but Argentina is another passion of salsa, and during the Sunday flea market (the market is most beautiful in the world!) overlap also samba, swing, jazz and all music that one can imagine .. on the road.

Burattini, complex music, small ideas (like my new bracelet-fork), antiques of all kinds (useful and useless!), who smoke like chimneys incense, colorful puppets and objects invade the streets.

fresh orange juices are irresistiBBoli, sublime, exaggerated! I can still taste the fresh orange density ... mmm!

Jason finds even his tango dancer ... ;)

It 'really different than any other market! Finally stumbled craft in a little bar where they serve the national drink of Argentina: the mate. It is drunk with bombilla from a cup made of wood and decorated inside and outside at will. The procedure for preparing the cup duty for first time use for 24 hours. Then you choose the yerba mate, which has a very particular taste, similar to tea at the same time different. .. Then someone will comment that really is like eating grass .. and if you move bombilla, not sucking anything!

Important is like pouring water (on bombilla, placed in a diagonal) and how to drink, paying attention to the ritual of the maté to the next step.

In the streets, meanwhile, are insistent rhythms of samba, and a horde of people start to dance along and ahead of the set of drums. The percussionists make a tour of the streets surrounded by asses and vibrant ancheggianti .. including my course! Derek also launches into a wild dance group.

Music and dance are shaking Buenos Aires and the Argentine people walking on the ground can not help but be dragged into the furore general. The final effect is a kind of euphoria mixed with madness: the individual imagines a paradise of forbidden fruit, dance and Dionysian warmth ... and be enchanted. More or less like this:

the evening we stopped at Dorrego Square, where an immense crowd rushes to observe professional couples and not to dance the tango and salsa. Other Singaporean met by chance in addition to the gang (it seems that there are only Singaporean around, what happens?), And so we make ourselves comfortable to observe the wild dancing in the streets.

A Colombian teach me some dance steps, making me happy. They are lobbying, listen to the other, and let the man directing the woman in the dance. This, at least, is the beginning, before they begin strips, kicks and punches with sharp heels and acrobatic choreography! The square is full of young people, children and old people. All generations are present to observe the general gaiety, which is poured out like a big wave of energy among all present. So greeting Buenos Aires!