B.A. is more than just Mr T's handle from "The A-Team"

although, they tend to write Bs.As. as the short form down here.

market day, sunday. right now, there are about 50,000 people downstairs and the din from the drums and people yelling and shouting and selling, and some dude selling candy with what looks like a cat in a bag, and squealing like a baby being beaten. its amazing. no sunday afternoon naps here, nor, truthfully, is there much sleeping before 3am for us on the weekends, as portenos tend to go out around 12am, and stay out til the wee hours.

all that said, i love this city. we have been here since wednesday, and we are staying in san telmo, at the corner of defensa and estados unidos. theres an old antiques market half a block from here, and they have everything from old telephones to posters from 'back to the future' in spanish, and today, at the bakers, we saw a 'ghostbusters 2' clock on the wall, still giving the correct time. there are leather bags and a cheesemonger and drunks with bottles of wine at 11am. amazing amounts of old stuff, and, if you know me, i could spend the rest of time going through all of this crap. all kinds of precious nonsense. i love it.

since it was the sunday market, we went down to plaza dorrego, and Ms S got a gorgeous little orange vase, and an alpaca wool hat that might as well have been woven from spider webs, its so light. i found a picture from a photographer mounted on MDF, this picture, actually: http://flickr.com/photos/gaston_tomasetig/2899770275/. incredible.
we begin our spanish lessons tomorrow at expanish in the center (at 9am) and im sure there will be more to report.
time for a drink on the balcony, dammit.