Kathy and I flew from Knoxville to Buenos Aires, landing in the morning. We made our way to the Étoile Hotel in Recoleta and checked in before noon, on a tree-lined street a few blocks off the main road.

Our room looked out over a row of apartment buildings, with a garden courtyard below the balcony. We unpacked and looked out at the neighborhood for a while before heading out again.
In the early afternoon we walked to a small park near the hotel, closed in by an iron fence. A huge old tree stood inside it, low and gnarled, with a stone statue nearby. A street musician had set up along the fence, playing guitar with his case open on the sidewalk beside him.
We kept the first day close to the hotel, getting a feel for the neighborhood before the real sightseeing started.






































































































