After a leisurely morning we decided to hit the streets and head back to Ricoleta where we would get to see why BA is called the Paris of the south. On the way there we decided to pop into the Japanese Gardens. It was pretty crowded, but who wouldn't want to spend some time outside when spring is right around the corner.
Instead of the short bike trip we took yesterday, today we decided to walk (there there has been of walking here folks). There we tons of venders selling quite the variety of items, but I did remember to take a picture of the awesome oak tree which has been around since the 1600s, although that date is up for debate.
As we wandered around we headed over to San Martin park which is named after the mango helped free Argentina, Chile and Peru (his national holiday is coming up on Monday). All of the pomp and circumstance was out with soldiers and the military marching band. We also noticed that a couple of blocks away there was a flock of people in front of a Tate. Turns out there was a Japanese Festival going on at the same time. After watching a few drumming performances we wandered back over to the park, realized there was going to be a parade and got some prime spots at the beginning of the route (our feet were definitely great full for the break).
After that wrapped up we were off to find lunch and had the perfect place picked out. Alex, one of our old roommates, has an unhealthy obsession with dill (well actually it is about joking about putting dill in everything, but the first sounds better). As a result we were going to get our lunch on at dill, but sadly it was closed.
Instead we poured ourselves into a cab and headed off to one of the top bookstores in the world, El Ateneo. Once a large theater, it has now been converted into a bookstore/cafe and boasts almost a million visitors a year.
After miles and miles of walking, literally we did at least 9 today, we poured ourselves into a cab and headed for home for some R&R. After a little siesta, we headed off to our second closed door restaurant, NOLA for some creole cooking. After a thirty minute power walk, we were running behind, we were greated by the homeowners/cooks and were surprised to learn that almost everyone at the dinner was from the US embas (a good thing for us because my Spanish is no bueno and that would have left Todd with lots of translating/carrying of the conversation).
Dinner was pretty good and reminded me of a lot of the food we got to eat last summer. I told Todd I would be happy if they served gumbo and sure enough that is how we kicked things off. I obviously was not going to be that person who was taking photos at dinner so I instead swiped this from their site. Nothing topped the pecan pie made with local black sugar.
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