In our new hood, we've got psychotherapists and we've got dogs. I love dogs. Trouble is, the dogs are walked by these professional paseaperros and you can see why they might not be able to clean up after all their wards. Watch your shoes. (Once again, this photo was taken by our man on the ground, Ian. He sends me photos, I post from NYC cafes while trying to will myself down to BsAs faster.)
When I saw Ian's May 2005 snapshot of Tortoni, I immediately thought of our first and only other visit to Buenos Aires, in May 2002. Tortoni has long been on every tourist map, but the amazing thing was that it was big enough to swallow all the tourists gushing about Borges and tango and maintain its charm. We sat ourselves at its marble-topped tables at least once a day to write in our journals, eavesdrop on the locals and order Martinis (and then smile when we realized a Martini here is Martini y Rossi vermouth on ice--which is a fine drink and much easier on the rest of the evening). I can't wait to return.
Ian has landed! He's got a camera and he's not afraid to use it. This is where he lives (technically he's on the 6th floor of a building bordering this park). I will join soon.
We still haven't figured out what goodairs.com will be, but we might as well post a few items as we figure out. And then we can impose radical redesigns as needed.