I'M AT: A number of places all over town, cos Buenos Aires is a pretty busy place. All pretty swanky. Millhouse takes the prize cos of the fantastic private room there.
They sell t-shirts here with Buenos Fucking Aires printed on them, and, well, it's the type of place to inspire you to wheeze gently at the enormity, class and energy of the place and mutter under your breath Buenos.....Fucking.......Aires.
Firstly, it's big. Bits are shiny and modern, the new port area is much like Docklands; and other bits, like San Telmo and La Boca, are full of old buildings, and very charming.
Secondly, the people are, there's no denying it, fit. The women are thin and glamorous and share the same bouncy, feathered hairstyle. They walk around like contented devils in tight jeans and sparkly tops. And the men are pumped, and hairy, and very Latino.
And there's an awful lot to do. The place really does compare with a big European city. It's like Paris or London really, and many of the portenos would gladly call themselves European. They love a bit of style.
It was around this coooooool city that I walked in ripped jean-shorts and green flip-flops, biting into steaks, ogling tango, touching antiques, feeding animals at the zoo and generally beaming like a lovesick fool.
I'm smitten.
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