After walking around San Telmo all afternoon and then walking through Puerto Madero, we were knackered and so had a wee siesta on the pavement next to the nature reserve, listening to these really good panpipe buskers. It was quite cosmic to kind of drift in and out of consciousness with that sound effect in the background.
This street dog came and accompanied us while we snoozed. I patted it and my hand stank for ages afterwards. I only realised where the stench was coming from half way through eating an ice-cream hours later.
Heres a close-up of the palo borracho, or drunken sticks, trunk. Don't ever lean against it - these nasty looking spikes stick out by about an inch and are rock hard!
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Always a surprise - the mix of sophistication and then ...... a dog! Hope you got to wash your hands?
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