Our eighth day in Buenos Aires involved a visit to the “Pink Palace” and a return to Recoleta for wonderful food and shopping.
The first stop was a lovely restaurant on the Plaza de Mayo called Pertucci where I had a wonderful Risotto with fresh mushrooms. The servings are ample and the views by the windows cannot be beat.
We then went to the Pink Palace which derives its signature color from the builders mixing ox blood with limestone. The Case Rosada is the Argentine counterpart to the White House and holds many executive offices as well constituting the executive mansion. It foundation was laid in 1580 and has gone through various rebuilds. We went to the museum behind the palace, which was a great experience. The museum is underground on the foundation of the original fort of Buenos Aires and reveals some of its original brick work as well as wonderful artifacts from past Argentine presidents. The highlight for me was the famous work by Mexican artist David Alfaro Siqueiros’ acclaimed “Ejercicio Plástico”. You have to take a tour inside the chamber (wearing coverings over your shoes) to see the magnificent art covering the walls, floor, and ceiling. It is breathtaking, though photographs are forbidden.
Here are some of the other pictures;
We then visited the oldest building on the plaza across from the Pink Palace, the old city hall with a mix of interesting artifacts including the “Twelve Mouths” a punishment contraption for twelve prisoners (they would have their heads locked in holes together).
We then went to the oldest book store in Buenos Aires, one of countless such shops with books spilling over every surface.
We then went to enjoy the Saturday fair in Recoleta with a visit at the lovely cafe again for a snack. Outside of the case if the oldest tree in Buenos Aires with a massive branch upheld by a lovely piece of art.
We finished the evening at the Pena restaurant yet again. It was another glorious day in Buenos Aires.
No photos of Argentinian horses? No gauchos on estancias? No racing or polo? Criollos, Thoroughbreds, Saddlebreds, Peruvian Pasos, or cute little Falabellas. It’s part of their culture.
I keep hoping that horses will be on the itinerary…
Wonderful photos.They clearly esteem their rich history, deep culture and their traditions. I enjoyed the photos of an older couple pulling a cart with a statue of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, whose feast day was Friday June 28th. We observed it in our Catholic parish but no one would dare show its observance on a public street in America.
The destruction by Americans of what little culture and history they once had has been perilous. We should be begging immigrants to share theirs with us
On the contrary. Here in flyover some parishes do a little march on the Feast of the Sacred Heart. I have been on one before. I missed it this weekend. I’m not a very good Catholic.
Estovir – I remember the regular procession of holy days throughout the year. Whenever I find myself in a Catholic church, it’s as familiar as an old friend. After losing confidence in the administration, I now attend a closely related church now.