Postcards from the Paris of South America.

It wasn't until this week that I heard from several people, including Chickster at Up Up and Aways that Buenos Aires is considered to be the Paris of South America. Who knew. Being here, I had to make my own comparisons to see if it actually rings true.
While I find that many parts of the city are a bit run down, more so than Paris, here are some similarities of the two cities that caught my eye...

Rooftop views.
 Outdoor cafés.
 Haussmann-style architecture. 
How 16ème is this?
Chambres de bonnes?

Cemeteries as tourist attractions...
 ...with national heroes.
My mom kept singing "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" 
while referencing...Madonna.
It was so embarrassing.
I will NOT be taking her to Jim Morrison's grave in Paris,
she may be looking for Val Kilmer. 

Art deco touches.
Craft fairs and local artists.
Street Art.
Old Hookers.
So 10ème...
 I love how every country has a different name for Russian dressing.
In France, it's American Sauce,
In Russia, it's French Sauce,
and here in Argentina, it's Golf Sauce!
...and me! I'm everywhere!
I'm enjoying this little impromptu vacation with my mom, as I wrap up my final days in America before going back to being an adult and then moving in with a boy! Ahhh! Before all that madness happens, I still have a few more adventures left to do on this side of the pond...so stay tuned!
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