The memorial for the Israeli Embassy that was bombed in 1992, at the original site of the building.
Walking amongst the trees planted in memory of those who were lost.
Off to the flea market in San Telmo.
A church just at the beginning of the market.
The crowded market.
We were early, so people were still setting up, despite the fact that it was already totally packed.
Lots of antique cameras for sale.
We saw these nifty colored pencils all over.
Musicians and tango dancers entertained the crowd.
One of the tango dancers takes a break.
These are called "maté." They are special gourds that you drink Yerba Maté out of, which is a local infusion (like a tea) with your friends. Everyone shares the same straw and passes the gourd around clockwise.
After the flea market, we made our way to the Pampas, passing the soccer stadium on the way.
On the bus, Erica made us some maté to share.
When we arrived at the Estancia in the Papmas, the Gauchos were already busy preparing lunch for the 700 tourists that were there.
We got to ride on their horses.
Ashley riding tall.
Aaron looking confident as always.
A Gaucho leaps onto his horse with more grace than we did.
Another keeps a watchful eye over the crowd.
Paul rides through the dust like Lawrence of Arabia.
Lots of riders today...
Ken looks like a pro as always.
Everyone sits down for lunch and a performance by traditional dancers.
More tango.
And Emily takes a turn on stage.
One of the dancers doing a traditional Gaucho dance with boleadoras.
Then we were off to the cemetery at Recoletta. The entire place was filled with neat looking moseleums.
A cat sleeps near Eva Peron's grave.
Everyone packed into pay respects to Evita.
Evita's moseleum.
A musician plays the banjo outside of the cemetery.
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