A Day In The Life

Today was perfect.  The weather was grand, I found a neon shirt consisting of a kaleidoscope of purple, pink, and turquoise, and I got to listen to some serious jazz for two hours in Plaza Dorrego.

I really enjoy these solo days where I wander the city aimlessly.  I think it’s my favorite form of exploration.  I never have a plan in mind, besides picking a barrio and wandering.  Today I chose San Telmo.  Calle Defensa is its heart, and I perused the street’s myriad antique shops for a couple of hours looking for the useless knick-knacks that I so adore.  While I didn’t find any marbles or ancient watches like I had hoped, I was struck by a blaze of neon in a little clothes boutique window.  There, in all it’s chest-hair baring glory, was my dream shirt:

I’ve nicknamed it “El Fuego,” for the record.

After paying my respects to the fashion gods that brought me this gift from on high, I stumbled upon Plaza Dorrego where a dude was setting up his amp and guitar.  The guy proceeded to play jazz electric guitar for the next two hours while I wrote in my journal and sipped on some vino rojo.  When he finished his set, I asked him if he played any clubs and it turns out he’s playing next week!  I got his name and told him I’d try to make his show.  I really can’t imagine a better way to spend an afternoon.

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