This weekend I spent a day in our neighbouring barrio of Recoleta. It is one of the wealthiest parts of the city. In the late 1800s there was an outbreak of yellow fever in Buenos Aires. Many of the richer residents moved out here to escape the problems in the low lying areas, thus forming the neighbourhood.
Today it is home to some exclusive shops, plus the Hyatt and Four Seasons hotels both loom nearby.
It has a good little artisan market on weekends and holidays. You can see stallholders banging hammers or stitching stuff, suggesting to me that they do actually make the things themselves, rather than paying someone in a factory in China.
It is also home to Recoleta cemetery.
Free to go in and wander around it contains the grave of Eva Peron. It’s easy to find her grave; you just look for the gaggle of people with selfie sticks and you’ve almost certainly found it.
This past week has disappeared in a blur of apartment hunting and other practicalities.
I finally found somewhere to live until the end of January. I still don’t feel ready to dive into a longterm commitment with the city. I’m at that stage in a relationship where you really like someone but you’re still not sure if you can live with some of their irritating little habits and anyway who knows? There may be someone better just around the corner….
I shall be moving out of trendy Palermo the day after Christmas and into the very centre of the city (unimaginatively called El centro), just a block away from the obelisk.
I’m not sure how I will get on there. Whenever I have to go into the city centre I can never wait to get out again, because it is so crowded. However I wanted to be within walking distance of my Spanish school, so I thought I would give it a try for a month or so.