It's a beautiful sunny day in old town, Buenos Aires where we now live. Max calls San Telmo the "real Argentina." Since we're a couple blocks away from the plaza that's the touristy part even, our neighborhood feels pretty legit. So far I've found some empanada spots, my favorite local graff artist (www.elodio.tk),
and a gorgeous venue to dance or watch Tango with live bands (looks like an old school nightclub - like where Ricky played in I Love Lucy). 
Kasha has found a spot on our balcony to eat cat grass and watch noisy traffic rumble by. Buenos Aires is rated the fourth noisiest city in the world - in Palermo you'd never know. Here it's much more city.
Here's her view from the balcony:
A view of our building on Brasil street:
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We're in a two bedroom apartment with a loft. From the style I'm guessing it was built between 1900 and 1930 (the loft is kinda new though).
The entryway and elevator are cool. 
The apartment has french doors throughout and high ceilings and wood floors. It has a servants quarters off the kitchen with a loft too. I'm feeling the bathtub.
We're still moving stuff over from the old apartment. We've been moving for two weeks - they do things at a slower pace here. I'm trying to adjust - so far I find the inaction kind of depressing but I figure I'll get used to it. New York City to Buenos Aires is a big stretch.
(Or not - this isn't too different than the East Village in some ways.)We've been acquiring furniture and getting rid of stuff - this is a bigger space and was built before cupboards and closets really. We've been armoire shopping which is fun. Weekends there's an antiques fair and the shops are full of vintage to archaic. Our friend found this armoire and painted it nice.
We had a traveler staying with us and this is me hooking up her bed with new sheets. It was fun playing bed and breakfast.
Max got tired of bugging his eyeballs out in photos and has switched to cheek biting.
Friends from LA were in town on business - their zine assignment was to eat their way through Buenos Aires. We thought we should join them. The last day they made it to San Telmo (thanks to Ryan for the photos):
Argentine version of a pimped ride:
Today we came back from seeing Manu Chao play a free show at a psych ward (more blog later) and there was a parade of drum lines and dancers down the street. We joined the crowd for a minute and danced our way home, loving San Telmo.
