24 July 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

The street fair at the Plaza Dorrego was mindblowing.  I'd never seen such genuinely entertaining street performers; everyone from the guy with the drunk marionette to the lonely woman dancing with herself... the street was alive with Argentine tourists (and a couple of foreigners like me, but fewer than you'd think).

At the end of the evening, I sat outside a used record store blowing Sinatra.  A short, drunk porteno stood with me for a while, trying his best to sing along with Frank, mostly relying on nonsense syllables.