As promised in a week when I have not done much Tango I thought I would tell the story of another of my photos.
This is the story of the day we went to the planetario.
I had for some time wanted to see it, and as progress on our apartment was stalled, we thought we would take advantage of a beautiful summers day to walk across Palermo to Libertador. On the way we visited all the national gardens, French, Dutch and German. The heat was really getting to me so we stopped in a hat shop, for something to shade my head. I had my hair quite short in preparation for the heat, but I was totally unprepared for the forty degrees plus that it reached. The top of my head was also burning through my now thin thatch. so there was nothing for it but a hat.
Luba said when she saw it that I looked like a yanqui, and I think all the shop owners agreed, because suddenly everyone was over charging me.
When we finally reached the planetarium we grabbed the first ice cream vendor we could find and then hid under a tree.
I have included some photos of Avenida Libertador that I took on the way, as well as the park lands around the Planetario and Libertador.
I was very impressed with the tennis club, it seems it was built by the British to make themselves feel at home. The guy standing outside though did not seem impressed with us, and when he started approaching us in a purposeful manner, it was time for a quick exit.
We returned very footsore but had enjoyed some nice views on the way. I still have not been inside the planetarium though, perhaps I will next time.