Images of Buenos Aires

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-507576433028030758.post-7467440673192880622008-02-23T07:05:00.008-06:002008-02-24T18:40:04.636-06:00Images of Buenos Aires<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcyD8LE3I/AAAAAAAAARM/PewdqT1Oo-4/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170164018598056818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcyD8LE3I/AAAAAAAAARM/PewdqT1Oo-4/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /></a> My sister and brother-in-law, Marcia and Irv, and friend Shawn met me in Buenos Aires and these are some randomly arranged images of experiences we had in the city. The first was taken during the mass at the German Lutheran church. <a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcyD8LE4I/AAAAAAAAARU/19t1fvmIiEs/s1600-h/IMG_1022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170164018598056834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcyD8LE4I/AAAAAAAAARU/19t1fvmIiEs/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" /></a> Musicians at the San Telmo Sunday steet fair. <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcyT8LE5I/AAAAAAAAARc/tpEodyYaT-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170164022893024146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcyT8LE5I/AAAAAAAAARc/tpEodyYaT-Y/s320/IMG_1026.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcgT8LE0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/fG9QsbZYg6A/s1600-h/IMG_1050.JPG"></a> <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcgT8LE1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FfL74usCg6U/s1600-h/IMG_1047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170163713655378770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcgT8LE1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FfL74usCg6U/s320/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" /></a> The San Telmo parish of the Church of Denmark before services. After the mass we went to the basement and enjoyed a beer and the hospitality of the members. <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8Acgj8LE2I/AAAAAAAAARE/IGdSv2P8JmQ/s1600-h/IMG_1014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170163717950346082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8Acgj8LE2I/AAAAAAAAARE/IGdSv2P8JmQ/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcIT8LExI/AAAAAAAAAQc/p3iVfURp-Rs/s1600-h/IMG_1207.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170163301338518290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcIT8LExI/AAAAAAAAAQc/p3iVfURp-Rs/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" border="0" /></a> Soldiers marching down the stairs to guard the Isla Malvinas monument near San Martin Plaza. <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcIT8LEyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fWwB6PrNRrk/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170163301338518306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcIT8LEyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fWwB6PrNRrk/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" /></a> Congress building <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcIT8LEzI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tYpTSwApjwA/s1600-h/IMG_1119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170163301338518322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AcIT8LEzI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tYpTSwApjwA/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" border="0" /></a> Two friends, Andres and Luis, at a Parrilla for lunch (mostly grilled meat) after church. <div> <div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AboT8LEuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1YOE-FhdCKU/s1600-h/IMG_1211.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170162751582704354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AboT8LEuI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1YOE-FhdCKU/s320/IMG_1211.JPG" border="0" /></a></div> <div>Shawn, Marcia and Irv at the apartment just before they left for the airport and home. I hated to see them go. </div> <div> </div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AboT8LEvI/AAAAAAAAAQM/uKZkSHUU8ns/s1600-h/IMG_1192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170162751582704370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8AboT8LEvI/AAAAAAAAAQM/uKZkSHUU8ns/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> <div>Some happy dogs.</div> <div> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8Aboz8LEwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gUIlvts1UfA/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170162760172638978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jrsPsVVhD2Y/R8Aboz8LEwI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gUIlvts1UfA/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" border="0" /></a> The sculpture of a rose that opens and closes each day. <div></div></div>skypilothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17436858005512514025noreply@blogger.com