As I said earlier, we rented an apartment in BA. However, nobody works here on the weekend, so, deciding we didn´t want to pay the high price of the hotel we were in the last night of the Patagonia trip, we had to find a new room for Sunday night. In the morning, I began calling places in our preferred neighborhood, Palermo, but found that nobody had a room. I don´t know whether it was because of the Indy film festival or Semana Santa, but I must have called 10 places and been rejected every time. I started calling places in different neighborhoods, and finally found one in San Telmo that said they had room.
We took a taxi over to the place, but when we rang the bell, a woman came down the stairs and told us she had been mistaken on the phone, and that a French person was actually coming in that night to claim our room. She told us she had found us a room and that we should go a couple doors down and talk to Augustin. We figured that was where the room was, so we lugged our big bags down the street and rang that bell. No, the room isn´t here, Augustin said, but I found one for you seven block away. We now started walking with our bags next to this guy Augustin and his girlfriend, wondering whether we were really getting our room. Fortunately, we stopped for a taxi on the corner and stuffed the four of us and our bags into a small cab. Though it was seven long blocks that took us slightly out of our intended neighborhood, the story has a happy ending, as they really had found us a room and even paid for our taxi ride.
The good to come from all this is that we ended up walking around San Telmo on a Sunday, when they have their big mercado (market) that spans many blocks and contains many antiques, artists´wares, and tango shows.
After walking around, we ended up on a covered patio, drinking beer, watching tango, and trying to sing along with the song inexplicably called Por Una Cabeza (For a Head).
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