I like this place. And I think I’ll like it more as the weather warms. The streets are full of energy. There’s a dirty ancient grandiloquence to everything, like being felt up by a crusty old duke in his country manor. The pre-crash 1800s buildings are just astonishing. True to stereotypes of spicy Latin America, it’s a city of beautiful architecture and beautiful women. I’m really not in the mood for beautiful women right now (true story), but they’re pleasant to have around. It’s an aesthetic thing. It is nice to know that there are cities of beautiful women in the world, right? So when I see them I give Argentina a little pat on the back.
Tomorrow, a flight to Cuzco. That name sure does sound crusty.