Our friend Brian, from PEI, arrived on Saturday afternoon. Another visitor meant another trip to the San Telmo market, so away we went on the 67 bus Sunday morning...
The first thing we noticed en route to Defensa, past Walrus Books and our favourite sandwhich shop, was that the mural we had seen being painted last time was now complete.
At the market itself, there was the usual dizzying array of musicians, tango dancers and visual performers strewn amongst the food-basket laden vendors walking the artisan-lined street, hawking their wares.
I had some business, besides showing our newly-arrived friend around; there was a mate to be bought for a colleague back home, and at the request of another aquaintance in Toronto, we hunted down the matchstick carver and picked up a few of her pieces.
At the market itself, there was the usual dizzying array of musicians, tango dancers and visual performers strewn amongst the food-basket laden vendors walking the artisan-lined street, hawking their wares.
I had some business, besides showing our newly-arrived friend around; there was a mate to be bought for a colleague back home, and at the request of another aquaintance in Toronto, we hunted down the matchstick carver and picked up a few of her pieces.
Afterwards, we happened upon an Afrocultural centre, where we stayed for a bit to enjoy a local band. (The table there also had for sale a berimbau, an instrument I have not seen since my university days, working at Soul Drums in Toronto!)
After the show, the boys and I took some "silly selfies"...
On our way back to the bus stop, we passed a pink beetle in various stages of disassembly... I was reminded of the Cessna in PEI last summer, which had made a miraculous recovery from its condition the previous summer, and I wondered, would this pink creature one day actually prowl the streets of Buenos Aires?!