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The end of the Revolution

My normal daily shop took me to the local chino then the fruit shop. I was out minutes. When I returned I commented that shopping takes no time here. Viv  commented that “Some shopping” then it occurred to me, The Chinos and the Bolivians, local supermarkets and verdurarias, all run by non Argentines. The big supermarkets and The post office run by Argentines. I make no other comment, other than what I have said in the past about the supermarket queues and Coreo, make your own mind up.

Off to Nuevo chique today, we expected little as people tend to fall off after a bad experience. In fact the numbers were down, but there were some new people and old faces arrived. I danced with some Italians I had never seen before and Viv never missed a tanda. Three and a half solid hours without missing a dance, must be some sort of record. I thought for a while she would never want to leave, but  I guess, enough is enough, and at seven-thirty she was ready for off.

El Revolucionario,  was still closed and I finally got an answer, this is permanent.  The sign over the door says 1977 to 2017 40 years, I guess that this is some sort of marker. Like the first world war veterans the Madres are all dying off and there is little point in prolonging the agony. Such a shame, we loved this place.

So it was down to El Imaginario then. The internal patio was closed, I asked but the guy just said “un Rato” so we decided to stay. Just a bit is a little like manana, you never quite know how long. We had finished our food by the time it opened and we saw quite a few customers deciding not to stay. It was too hot even for me and I struggled with my food. The Patio was nice when we got there but by then we had nearly finished our second bottle of beer and it was time to go.


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Watching paint dry

The dietetica on Marion Bravo is open at last, a good 20% cheaper for oats that the nearest to us and half the price of the supermarkets. We asked about prunes but they have not yet re-stocked after their holidays. One of my favourite tricks for getting my ear in is to ask a question that I know the answer and so it was with their closure for January. Now more able to understand I asked whether they always closed January, she said not last year. I thought I had no recollection of it closing last year,

It was a big shop this morning with Viv directing things. Her knowledge of the streets here is not that good and it did somewhat slow me down, still we came back with bags full of stuff and even a picture of Bruno.(You can see him on my facebook page)

They are painting the building opposite, just the ground floor. It is strange, it has not even been daubed in graffiti but the top floors are looking shabby. Still it is keeping Viv amused, just watching paint dry.

Back to Nuevo Chique again today. Seems to be a different crowd again, but it is ok for me and I think Viv did better than she said, but she was not up for it from the start so maybe she put a little less effort in. We still stayed until seven though three hours of dancing is enough for anyone.

It’s February and everything is opening again. The dietetica, the kiosko in the subte and so we were hoping El Revolucionario. When we got there the girls were there but they said “Somos cerado” No date for opening they said so we caught our bus back home.

We bought tomorrows media lunas and then headed off to El Imaginario. We thought about the other bars in the area, but non of them seem to have cervesa negra. As we sit there, inside but outside sipping our beer, we know exactly what hits the spot. Viv though was not impressed with my pizza, boring omelette, I love a bit of Roquefort.

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Guilty shopping

On my way out shopping today I bumped into the guy from the fruit shop around the corner. He greeted me like an old friend, made me feel quite guilty. You see I now buy my fruit from the chino opposite. It is close and he always picks out the best fruit for us and will often reject something I have picked out as not good enough. This morning though Viv wanted some chop suey, which he did not have.  He watched me as I shopped in the chino so I had to buy my fruit off him. Then I had to conceal my fruit as I went to the next fruit shop, which had chop suey. Life is never this difficult when you just go to Tesco.

It started to rain as we set off for Nuevo Chique so we decided to get a bit closer on the subte. Viv was not too keen on the two changes needed if we used the H line, so we headed into town and used the C line. This would have been Ok if it were not  for the crowds, we were all but locked down by them. The change at Pelerini took an age and when we got off at Plaza de Mayo it was packed. I did not know how to get to Lima station and we emerged in the middle of 5 Mayo. The bodies were just a mass, we were in the middle of a demonstration and I just could not navigate. By the time I had worked my way out of it, then consulted the map, Viv rightly said we could have walked from home.

It was a time for last dances and saying goodbye. We actually stayed longer than ever and I even got a glass of Champagne from Dora, but we are happy in the knowledge that we will be back next year. We had a funny conversation with Marcella before we left; She asked why we were all leaving at the same time, I told her it was Macri’s fault, he will only let us stay 90 days. “Macri Gato” she jokingly said. I told her that that was the contraseña for El Revolucionario WiFi.

Then it was off to El Revolucionario for some beer and hamburgers. The place was crowded out due to the demonstration and the service was somewhat lacking. Again I have to say great food and beer for less than £15. Just one problem today, for the first time, they overcharged me by 100$ar. I don’t know if it was deliberate or not, but now I have a better grasp, I challenged it and my money was soon returned.

We will not be back this year, but I live in hope it was a genuine mistake, because we have enjoyed this place and would hate for it to be tainted.


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