I've returned from my trip to Argentina (which included a brief detour to Uruguay). Let's look at some photos.
The Casa Rosada presidential palace in Plaza de Mayo, where all the country's big political demonstrations take place. That balcony up top is where important leaders such as presidents and Madonna have addressed the nation.
For more than 150 years, the iconic Cafe Tortoni has been serving espresso and Argentine cuisine (beef with a side of beef) along Avenida de Mayo, which is supposed to remind you of the Champs-Élysées.
Calling to mind both the Washington Monument and a giant dick, the Obelisco stands amid the 14-lane Avenida 9 de Julio. The street looks relatively calm in this photo, but crossing to the other side is a little like participating in a less organized version of the Running of the Bulls.
The Teatro Colon, a gorgeous, seven-tier opera house with near-perfect acoustics. My favorite tidbit from the tour: in the early days, widows were seated out of sight, behind steel grating under the stalls so that they could hear the music without assaulting the other patrons' eyes with their abject manlessness.
Eduardo Catalano's "Floralis Generica," a 75-foot stainless steel flower. The petals open every morning and close at sunset. Incidentally, this photo was taken on one of the top-10 hottest days I have ever experienced.
Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay
Calle de los Suspiros in Colonia del Sacramento, a really old Uruguayan town across the Rio de la Plata from Buenos Aires. In English, the walkway's name translates to Street of Sighs, which I thought was lovely.
NOT PICTURED: the lively nightlife in trendy, cobblestoned Palermo; the cheesetastic tango floor show we saw in Carlos Gardel's old stomping grounds; the large collection of 19th-century Argentine art (lots of gauchos and such) at the Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes; the large collection of 20th-century Argentine art (lots of social-realist laborers and such) at the Museo de Arte Latinoamericano de Buenos Aires (MALBA); and the city's remarkably high number of heart-stoppingly hot men
I had a grand time.
WHILE I WAS OUT:
My capsule review of Step Up Productions' HoliDaze was in last week's Chicago Reader.