One of the best and most dangerous things in Argentina is the availability of ice cream. There is non of this lame arsed lolly pop / cornetto rubbish. Every few blocks there is a shop that is being lazy if it has anything less than twenty flavours AND you can call on the phone until […]
Wordsworth and Tigre
I am writing this sitting at the table in the picture. I would LOVE you to think I am having a Chatwin type adventure in the middle of nowhere. In many ways it is the middle of nowhere, but it is somewhere – somewhere just half an hour train ride from the centre of Buenos […]