Easter weekend in this here Catholic capital was a quiet one. Those of us who didn’t run down to the beaches to catch the last rays of Indian Summer sunshine were treated to a ghost-town oasis in one of the most bustling cities in Latin America. An empty Baires is strange. It’s like running down Times Square with Tome Cruise in Vanilla Sky. There is no pollution, no traffic, no noise. Just wide empty streets and an eerie breeze catching the trees.
We decided to hop on over to San Telmo, one of the oldest, most bohemian neighbourhoods in the city. Every weekend it is host to an antiques market, very similar to Saturday market day in London’s Notting Hill. We perused gaucho stands, leather boutiques and coffee shops decades old. Time travel in a city suspended in the in-betweens.
