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Today I thought we would act like tourists for a change. We walked over to Palermo to have a look at all the tat for sale.
We were surprised how little was open. Most things are closed in Buenos Aires on a Sunday, but usually Palermo is a buzz. A giant trap to get all the money they can out of the tourists.
Midday and still many of the stalls were not yet set up. We set off to look for the bookstore where we could have a drink. We could not find it, but knew as soon as we stopped looking it would appear. So we followed the ferria around Armenia and Costa Rica, looking at the stalls.
There is a bar at the junction of Costa Rica and Malabia where we stopped for some Jugo and media lunas. It was good and cheaper than yesterday, but I was put off when the waitress said “That is without the tip” I had intended to drop her $10, instead she got $5. The worst is she probably will not even realise.
We walked back down Costa Rica, and, you guessed it, there was Crack Up our favourite book store and bar.
Vi spent some time browsing the clothes, but nothing floated her boat so we set off back along Serrano. We were hot so it was time for some ice cream. The place was deserted, which again I found surprising. The guy rushed to put his apron on and serve us. He let Viv sample the chocolate mouse before buying. We even got a glass of iced water when we had finished. Excellent service, I will remember this place.
We had that steak we bought yesterday for tea. Just seared it was delicious, we British are not used to eating like this, especially for less than £2.
It’s Sunday so we are back to Fulgor again. The new faces are still there and still puzzled as to why these extranjeros are greeted more than they are. Numbers are up from Thursday, but nowhere near what we used to get here. I don’t know if it is the time of year or that this type of club is just on the wane. Nobody else seems worried, so perhaps it will improve.
The heat is now getting to us and, despite dancing every tanda, we leave at just after ten thirty. The walk home is a drudge in this heat, but then I did complain that it was not as hot as I expected last week. Serves me right, I suppose.

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Jamais Vu or Janis Vu

Well the bad weather never arrived, although today it is a little colder. Sometimes I could even walk down the street without my sunglasses on. I suppose the fact that everywhere is designed to dissipate heat makes some of the buildings feel cool, but hey, for Wales this would be a heatwave.

We have not done much of a tourist nature yet, so this being Saturday we went to Palermo for the street markets. Our first stop was Tealosophy on Gorriti we needed to stock up for our practica. Then we thought it was time for coffee. There is only one place we know where you can actually sit in the sun and last time we were here they had no coffee. Viv said they would think I was mad but I was not going through all the rigmarole we had last time we were here (it’s all in last year’s blog somewhere) so as we walked in I said “hay café?” of course they said “si”.

We could have nothing else with it though, when we asked they said “solo pizza”. So we sat in the sun reading our kindles and occupying a table for an hour with just a coffee like true Argentines.

We walked down Gorriti and turned into Honduras, half way down the block Viv saw a Feria Americana (second hand shop). Now most of them here are just piled high with stuff and are generally more expensive than those at home, but this one looked different. I think it was because of the neighborhood but the stuff in here was real quality. In fact they had a whole rail of Italian coats that were all new. I saw a couple of suits, but they were far too small and likewise the jackets that Viv tried on. She did however find two very nice skirts. All the time we were there the woman who ran it left us alone unless we asked anything and Viv could take as much as she wanted into the changing room. It was a refreshing change; we took a card for next time, in the words of Arnie “I’ll be back”.

We found our way eventually to the street market and found one or two things for prizes, but held back from buying too much yet (makes it feel like we are getting ready to go home otherwise).

We were getting hungry as they could not feed us in the last place so we called into our favorite book shop on Costa Rica, Crack Up. They did not have their famous tarta manzana today but we were happy with an avena cookie with chocolate chips.   

I learned something today Jamais vu is the exact opposite to Déjà vu and I owe Jantango an apology.

We met in La Continental for Pizza and a couple of beers. We had missed the chance to go together to La Nacional last week so we thought we would make up for it this time. Janis kept insisting we went there together last year, but both Viv and I had no recollection, even after we had arrived.

I was not in the best place to practice my cabeceo and sitting with two women, I think did not help. I danced with my two ladies and did manage one cabeceo. The trouble is the strain of all the recent activities had got the better of Viv. Shortly after midnight she had had enough. So we left Janis there and I took Viv home.

Once back I simply had to check last year’s blog. There it was in front of me, The visit to La Nacional and even the return Journey on the 151 colectivo (which I had also forgotten) on our first Saturday. The day was so much like today we had even called into Tealosophy in the afternoon.

See  https://tangogales.wordpress.com/2011/05/08/worlds-apart/?preview=true&preview_id=2569&preview_nonce=e23aae8001

So there you are Jamais Vu “a feeling of seeing a situation for the first time, despite rationally knowing you have been there before”


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