The weather was starting to get much better, so the next day was scheduled to be a walk-around-type thang.  No real specific walking plan, but the end destination was the MALBA, the modern art museum. 

Ok, so Buenos Aires is a frigging beautiful city.  Tons of history, culture, SO much greenery.  You like, walk around the city and turn a corner, and BOOM, there is a HUGE beautiful square with a giant statue and a perfectly landscaped park.  Seriously, this happened to me about 35 times.

Oh yeah, whatever, here is a three-storey statue of some guy on a horse with a sexy angel.

And SO MANY street side cafes and patios.  Swoon.

Oh, and there are SO MANY people with dogs in Buenos Aires, which is awesome.  I’m of the opinion that, if someone has a dog (and treats him/her well, obviously), then they cannot be a bad person.  So logic follows that, since Buenos Aires had so many dogs, it must also be a good city.  Yes.  Air-tight logic.

The best part about it were the Paseadores de Perros, who are essentially professional dog walkers.  Apparently this is a booming industry in Buenos Aires, and it was adorable to see all the dogs stolling together, all well-behaved and bouncing along.  I just wanted to go tickle their bellies so bad.

Finally reached the MALBA, which was wonderful.  I really love modern art, and always try to visit the city’s main gallery when I can.  I brought my camera, but I didn’t take many pictures… are you allowed to take pictures in an art gallery?  I felt like a criminal.  Which is sad.  That this is my most criminal act.  Taking pictures of modern art for my blog.

They were having an exhibition of Carlos Cruz-Diez’s work.  His works are focused on colour, line, and perception… it’s was really amazing.  You should check out more of his stuff here.

Check out this bench.

The wood pieces snaked down three floors of the gallery.

Here are some other pieces me likey.

For one of the exhibits, you had to put on shoe protectors.  Kind of like those shoe things you put on for that slide-board workout thing that they invented in the 90s.  It was very intriguing.  So I put on the shoe protectors and went in.

It was a white room with some lights in it.  And some slits cut in the wall.

 

Not to sound uncultured, but they got my hopes up PRETTY HIGH with the addition of the shoe protectors.  Maybe it was a study in human behaviour, where they observe how the addition of shoe protectors will increase curiousity.  Booooooo.  I hate being manipulated with shoe protectors.

After satiating my brain-hole for a bit, it was time to go drink. The weather was preeeeeetty nice outside, and of course, all I wanted to do was sit on a patio and have a beer.

A couple of nights before, we headed to a bar called Milion for dinner, because it was supposed to be “hip” and “happenin’ “, but they weren’t open yet.  I’m apparently an old woman and need to eat before 9:00 pm.  But they appeared to be open for lunch and we stopped in.  The place is pretty fucking gorgeous. 

 

It’s some renovated old mansion or something, and they have an amazing back patio space.

AND THEY HAD GOOD BEER.

That delicious mofo lasted about 3 minutes.

See?

Am I immature if I find this fucking hilarious?  I didn’t think so.

Oh, hey – you’d think that walking around for two full days in the hot hot hot South American sun would result in SOME kind of tan.  But check out my fucking transparent casper arms.  I’m am still so gross and waxy here.  I’m pretty sure the Argentinian women had to choke back vomit when I walked by their perfect, tanned bodies in my whaley white skin.

Back to the hotel for a swim and siesta before dinner.  Tough fucking life.

Dinner was at Gran Bar Danzon.  Apparently it is a “hip” and “happenin’ ” place, and like all “hip” and “happenin’ ” places in BA, it didn’t open until 9:00 pm for dinner.  Did I mention that, for someone like me who is essentially a giant, food-obsessed pig, this is like a fiery personal hell?  

I liked it – food was great, really cool atmosphere.

Their wine list was on an iPad.  The future is NOW.

After 3 glasses of Malbec, it was time to sleep.  Tomorrow I go shopping, and you don’t want to miss that shit.