the melancholic city

'Melancholic' is a word I've heard often when reading about Buenos Aires. There is definitely an air of seriousness about the place and the people.

M commented that he hadn't noticed many people laughing. And the tango is danced straight-faced in an almost sombre manner.

With the devaluation of the Argentinean peso, there are now many displaced Portenos living in poor conditions. Los Cartoneros (The Cardboard Men) work by rummaging through residents' rubbish to find food but more importantly recyclables which they sell to recycling companies. The BsAs residents are in turn very proactive in the separation of their rubbish items. Residents have to put their rubbish bags on the streets between 8pm and 9pm for collection. There are carefully cleaned bottles separated from flattened cardboard neatly arranged by doorsteps, ready for collection. Walking the streets you can see los cartoneros rummaging through bags, taking out and organising items, or pushing shopping trolleys with bits of metal.

As we flew in, we could see big blocks of square shaped patches of land with large houses surrounded by trees. They were estancias, or ranches, which have been opened up to tourists to experience the gaucho lifestyle. These wealthy-looking farms were interspersed with pockets of old ramshackled houses on the outskirts of the city.

I'd like to do a story on them, but not sure if my spanish is up to it. Am looking for lessons today. Have found a school which Francis Ford Coppola studied at when he was here....

M and I dropped in to El Rufian Melancolico yesterday; a book shop that I had been lusting after ever since I read about it in Qantas magazine... It is a little hole in the wall place, with stacks and shelves of old books, magazines, postcards and photos. The owner makes paper mache beings and these are sitting throughout the store. A little fluffy cat greets you as you walk in and jumps up on the piles of books as you flick through them.

The owner spoke a bit of English and we told him about the magazine article which was the impetus of our visit. He was very impressed and I gave him the ripped out pages which I had my handbag. I might go back and see if he has any ideas on local intercambio/ language exchanges.