My experiences with meeting good people everywhere has given me that drive to stay with my core.
All I can say is that I did not find any bad food or any bad steak in any of the restaurants that I went to.
Some, admittedly were good to very good. Several were excellent when you throw in the ambiance. I couldn’t help but regal in the beauty and effort that they did to create that experience.
Will add more photos as I dig them out of my chest box. Meanwhile, here are a few of them.
Yes! There is a modern side to Buenos Aires. A very modern side. Concrete, steel, glass. One would not guess that this hub is in the Buenos Aires that we pictured it to be. I think it is also a beautiful side. I really did not think that this place existed in this city. It is in an area that they call Puerto Madero.
Many tales I had heard about BsAs ( I saw them use this acronym so it isn’t an original by me ) had beautiful gardens and Parisian-inspired buildings that led the city to be called the Paris of South America with that “old world charm”. And this still holds true to this day.
In more modern cities where there are high rise buildings, modern conveniences like service elevators or lifts are common. But how about in centuries old cities like Paris where elevators are uncommon and often a luxury in homes. Oftentimes, only two people can fit into the elevator; suitcases excluded. Would they bring up the goods by the winding staircases ?
The thought of how people brought up their beds, sofas, dining tables in centuries old apartments in France has crossed my mind. But I parked the thought until one day, someone mentioned to me how it was done. And luckily, I witnessed an actual move shortly after.
There is an automated ladder that hauls up the goods in crates and someone up there receives it, presumably to unload and unpack.
I was amazed and glad it is now automated, probably only in recent years.
I took a video but I don’t know how to post the video of the actual crate going up the ladder – yet. Someday, hopefully.
Apparently, in Europe, Athens is referred to as Athina. I didn’t know this before until I exited another city bound for home. One learns new things each day, as they say.
Here’s are a few more things I learned from Lazarus, my new smart, articulate Greek friend who drove me from and to the airport:
Here are a few photos of this eternal city of Athens. Amidst the crazy traffic it has in narrow streets, there are some hubs that are very discreet.
So, it’s not all busy and crazy streets. With tons of tourists. There are very interesting niches, like everywhere in the world, I discovered.
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