A few blocks from my house, there's a bridge over the railroad tracks. This looks back towards my place. Apparently it was still gray at 10am.
I took a picture of this because it's a random, non-descript building on a street. [For the record, I think this was Avenida Cordoba on the border of Soho and Villa Crespo.] But for the sign that says "futbol 5," you'd never know that there are probably 6 soccer fields inside the building. Maybe more. It's funny because I wondered where everyone played soccer here, and I have slowly realized that I just don't see most of the buildings.
From there I wandered down through Villa Crespo. Not sure how well it turned out, but those are little brick shacks on the left side of the picture. I'm guessing they saw the median and figured they could get away with putting a house up there. They've clearly been there for years, probably decades, and neighborhood-wise it's a good location, though I don't think I'd like living beside a railway.
Notice that the train goes the opposite way as in the US. I'm used to this now in the subways, but it did take me awhile. I'm not sure how the cultural norm happened, though, because cars drive on the right side of the road here. Perhaps the Euro influence was stronger back when railroads started, but by the time cars were invented, the Euro influence had declined? That's my working hypothesis.
I was trying to run to the Parque del Centennario, but apparently got a little lost. I found myself at this little city block park.
As I was wandering around semi-lost, I saw this house and thought it was cute.
A ha! I figured out where to go. This was as I came into the park -- which is either hexagonal or octagonal if I remember correctly. Not sure if you can see the fountains or the playground off to the right.
I was a sucker for the little baby ducks swimming. Aren't their little heads bobbing out of the water so cute?
Same vantage point as before looking another direction. Very tranquilo, or at least as much as Capital Federal ever gets.
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Not to belabor the "Germans in Argentina" joke, but that half-timber house wouldn't look too out of place in New Braunfels, TX or New Braunfels, BRD.
(Bonus: Captcha word "undrop". As in, the football player undropped the ball as he recovered his own fumble.)
I've asked, and Argentines don't get the Germans in Argentina joke.
However, an Argentine friend tells me that they do get it in Germany. So I don't know.
Anyway, I'm going to undrop this comment now.
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