Loads of photos

I've never been a photog - especially on vacations, but having an audience makes it a little more interesting. So let's start at the beginning:

 That's breakfast - cafe con leche y medialunes, i.e. mini croissants. They come in sets of two or three, and they seem to often have some kind of flavoring which varies - haven't figured that out yet. Not the little chocolates: All coffees seem to come with some nice little token like this. After that we decided to get to know the city by executing a classic tourist mission: Visit the Recoleta Cemetery and find the Evita's tomb. We knew we were close when we saw the Hard Rock Cafe (the ubiquitous symbol for an obligatory tourist stop.)

Necropolis: Crazy optical illusion, eh? Beth is actually strapped and hoisted up that wall (okay fine, I was just too lazy to rotate).

Interesting place to wander around. The idea that a family would persist in one place forever to keep up (and fill up) the tombs is a little mind-boggling in this peregrine age. My favorites were the ones build by friends or collaborators - because it seems to indicate such powerful and unusual love. I expect familial love - along with self-interest (that is, I maintain this tomb-keeping tradition because it reflects on my good name), but to spend a small fortune and make repairs every year for a friend? That's special.
We walked around Recoleta, a neighborhood with lots of swanky high rises, trees, private schools, and parks (basically the upper east side). I was fascinated by the size of the knockers. Really - here's a picture:

Actually, this one was in Palermo (another neighborhood), the ones in Recoleta are even bigger - ridiculously big. My hypothesis (name a topic and I'll give you a hypothesis) is that the bigger the knocker the bigger the implied house (got to knock really loud so that Jeeves can hear at his quarters midway through the mansion), so in areas where real estate confers status, it pays to bolt a big daddy to your door (that's based on no facts whatsoever).
Okay back to the important stuff:

Note how lovingly Beth gazes upon el lomo.

This was at a place called Federal near our place in San Telmo. Beth ordered a "salad" consisting of (and this is all true), raw onion, tuna fish, instant rice, and an egg. That's it. Surprisingly, that little culinary experiment didn't turn out too well - but she loved her Sprite which seems to have more flavor here. Fortunately, my steak was enough for us both.

Not quite as delicious as the night before but still amazing grass-fed beef. And those are papas rejillas. FYI: salsa golf = thousand island.