Ah, Buenos Aires! The Parisian air of South America, or so they say. And on a sweltering day like this, a fellow could do worse than seek refuge in a raspado, a most agreeable concoction of shaved ice and sweet syrup. Quite the ticket for a bit of relief! It’s jolly good fun to watch the city’s denizens parade by, all gussied up in the latest European fashions, albeit with a certain Argentinian panache, if you please.
But even here, so far removed from the hustle and bustle of London or New York, one can sense a certain unease. There’s a bit of a dust-up brewing yonder – a proper protest, it seems, with banners and raised voices. One gathers that the economic situation isn’t quite as rosy as the painted facades of these grand buildings might suggest. A chap can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy, though one hopes it doesn’t escalate and spoil what is otherwise a delightful afternoon. I must say, even the delicious raspado can’t quite mask the tension in the air. After polishing it off, I tossed the paper cup in a nearby bin, overflowing as it was.
Still, one mustn’t dwell on the negative. This trip is all about seeing the world and experiencing its varied wonders. It’s an education one can’t find in books, I assure you! So, onwards to the next adventure, wherever it may lead me here in fascinating Buenos Aires.
Categories: Travel, History, 1932
Tags: Argentina, BuenosAires, Raspado, EconomicCrisis, StreetScene
