Not giving up on getting a quick start into touring, Wyona found some good reviews of private tours, so we took the address of one such office and walked down Corvientes street, stopping along the way to take our own pictures beside statues on the street. “This street must be the Broadway of Buenos Aires,” Wyona said. Yes, we saw musicals advertized, we stopped in at the opera to find out if there were performances this week, we saw movie theatres, and we stopped at the grocery store and at La Pasta Frola, which is a blog post of its own.
|... the realities of candids ... passers by obscure the original subjects|
A baker outside of a baker.
A barber at another store.
We sat in the barber's chair for our picture.
We got the idea from a 2 year old and a 4 year old who did the same thing.
|a small rest on a hot sunny day -- 28 degrees ... warm|
There is always a security guard at the door of our hotel.
As we walk along the streets at night, every bank is guarded by someone at the door.
Greg is the mapper.
He knows which way to turn and we finally found ourselves in front of the building, a locked building and no tour guide office there.
|... getting posed for the shot ...|
Greg hesitated in front of the door.
A distinguished gentleman was keying himself into the building, and offered to help.
“That is my office number. Come up.”
We entered the office of two lawyers, explained our plight and they both got on phones, looking for help for us.
|... now in fantastic comfort ...|
Finally Wyona discovered – the lawyer who spoke only Spanish has a son who runs tours, but those tours are booked on the internet.
Apparently tourists just don’t go to Buenos Aires and drop in at the office.
Drop-in’s aren’t that easy to do, even in the best of buildings.
For example, we are finding that there are no more than 3 people allowed in an elevator, and 3 doesn’t work in our building if you are carrying groceries. The elevator just won’t go if the load is too heavy (that would be 4 2.25 litres of Coke and 3 bananas, apples and oranges).
In the case of the elevator in the prestigious building, the elevator just wouldn’t stop at the landing. Wyona and Greg had to climb up a couple of feet to get out of the elevator and onto the 5th floor. “Shades of Lagos,” ... those words might have come quietly from Greg’s mouth.
We did get hold of the tour guide. He couldn’t offer more than our tour guide books and our local guide (Greg) could deliver.
Tomorrow we are going down for a dock tour – at the very least. And a lot of fun, at the very most.