What’s new Buenos Aires?
I’m new, I wanna say I’m just a little stuck on you
You’ll be on me too
My impressions of this vast, bustling city were varied. It certainly has shadows of Paris cast about – the ornamentations of the Colon Opera house, the sidewalk cafes and the wide, expansive avenues definitely lilt with a French accent. Their beef bourguignon, however, comes peppered with distinct Spanish spices. One need only wander the famed La Recoleta cemetery to see elaborate monuments to death that only Latin cultures know how to celebrate. Meanwhile, throughout the city of the living, splashes of color and rich gusto were rampant in every corner I turned.
Fill me up with your heat, with your noise
With your dirt, overdo me
Let me dance to your beat, make it loud
Let it hurt, run it through me.
Don’t hold back, you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I’m staying
What touched me most was the absolute graciousness of the Argentinian people. Before the conference began, we had two opportunities to touch base with “friends of friends”. These phone numbers were but flimsy threads of contact, but we promised we’d at least ring to say hello. One, an architect and his lovely wife, the other a glamorous octogenarian, immediately insisted we join them in their respective homes to commune for dinner and champagne. These welcoming hosts were delighted to roll out their singular red carpets to us, visiting strangers. We were outsiders no more; our new friends offered gracious harborage that would rival any stateside Southerner.
Take me in at your flood, give me speed
Give me lights, set me humming
Shoot me up with your blood, wine me up
With your nights, watch me coming
All I want is a whole lot of excess
Tell the singer this is where I’m playing
The national dance of Argentina is the Tango, a sultry dance, at once poised, lusty and energetic. It’s no surprise that the word “tango” means “touch”. The people and their city embrace deeply, both in heart and mind. I departed energized, certainly by the inspired dialogue with my peers but also by the vivacity this city exudes.
Stand back, Buenos Aires
Because you oughta know whatcha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality
The following photos are but a bit of the beautiful allure my eye captured. My heart and imagination was captured fully.
Greg Tankersley for McAlpine Tankersley
Lyrics (in italics) by Tim Rice from the song “Buenos Aries”, Evita.
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