People rave about Buenos Aires, so I didn’t want to like it. Yes, I’m that contrary. But when we arrived I couldn’t help but feel happy. The graffiti, the Carnaval parades, the faded red velvet seats in wooden subway carriages, the chaos of people at Retiro station, the dirty streets. It felt like a real city; the people looked tired just through sheer will of having to live in a place like this. It was like a sunnier, more colourful London. I almost felt at home.
BA looks just awesome!! Must have been a veeery nice place to visit.. And lots of things to see for sure!
I am jealous..a place I hope to visit someday. Looks lovely.
After reading this essay, i have an impulsion to go to travel.