The Paris of South America

After years of conflict, Argentina achieved independence from Spain in 1816. This coincided with a period of great wealth (in the upper classes at least), and the country — especially Buenos Aires — was ready to build and expand. The problem was, there weren’t enough professionals here to design the buildings, and they looked to Europe for help.

It would have been a bit dicey to be looking for immigrants in Spain, as they had just managed to get shot of it, so they turned instead to France. That’s why many of the magnificent palaces and government buildings that were built during that time have a strong French influence. Here are just a few of them.

Palacio Paz, which stands across from the beautiful Plaza San Martin, was actually built in the early 20th century as the private residence of the Paz family. It now belongs to the government, and houses the National Military Museum and Library.

Palacio Paz

Galerias Pacifico is a high end shopping mall, and it’s worth a visit just to see the building itself. The most striking aspect is a high dome featuring a fresco ceiling — not something you see every day in a shopping mall. It was modelled on one in Paris, but I can’t seem to find out which one. (Please write it in the comments if you know.)

Galerias Pacifico

Artist rendering of the inside of Galerias Pacifico

The French Embassy is arguably one of the most beautiful buildings in Buenos Aires, and it’s certainly one of my favourites.

French Embassy

This preponderance of French architecture is probably what led to Buenos Aires being known as the Paris of South America. This title is disputed by many today, as it was also a lifestyle back in the 19th century and that is completely changed now.

Although the number of French people in Buenos Aires is substantial, they are not as noticeable as Italians or other groups, largely because they assimilate well and there aren’t many French communities. But if they are not visible, their architecture certainly is. And a good thing too.

French food fairs are held several times a year, either in Plaza Francia or the grounds of the embassy itself, and they are always packed with people eating yummy food.

Tango

As I said in the last post, tango was introduced by Italian immigrants from the poorer classes who were mainly dock workers. So it was not looked upon with favour by mainstream Porteños. However, in the years before the First World War, it made its way to Paris, where the people embraced it with enthusiasm. On the principle that anything the French favoured must be good, upper class Porteños began to pay attention, and soon it took its place as an essential part of Buenos Aires society. So the French borrowed our national treasure and then gave it back — merci!

I hope you enjoyed these two posts about Buenos Aires. If you did, let me know and I will do more from time to time. In fact, being locked down until who knows when, I might plan a few more in the coming weeks.

In the meantime, stay home and stay well.

 

Let’s Start with the Italians

Well since I’ve been locked down at home now for about a week, there’s not a lot happening, and certainly nothing work posting about in the blog. So I decided to take this chance to write a bit about Argentina. Although my friends have heard me rave about this country for several years, and I’ve blogged a bit about my travels and other adventures, I haven’t actually said a lot about the country itself. I’m going to do more posts like that from time to time, and I thought I’d start — naturally — with Buenos Aires.

“Argentines are Italians who speak Spanish and think they’re French.”

So goes a well known saying here, and it’s particularly noticeable in Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina. Italian and French influences are both strong, but in different ways. Today I’m going to talk about the Italians in Argentina and in another post I’ll deal with the French.

Immigration

The first wave of immigration from Italy took place around 1880-1920, round about the same time as Italians were also flocking to New York City. Both groups were looking for a better life, and they profoundly influence both cities.

Food

I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t like Italian food, but it seems that each country puts its own spin on it. Buenos Aires, for example, is bonkers about pizza. One of the main streets is Avenida Corrientes, and there’s a long stretch that seems to have a pizza place on every corner and some in between. Argentines love cheese, and the more the better, so the pizza here tends to not only have a thicker, more doughy crust, but enough cheese to make a gooey covering that strings out much like the cheese on French onion soup.

Personally, I like the pizza here, but if you are a fan of the thin crust, it may not be your favourite.

Porteños, which is what the natives of Buenos Aires are called (as well as folks like me who have taken the country to their hearts and happily call themselves Porteños too), also have an ongoing love affair with ice cream. Since Italians are also world famous for the ice cold treat, it seems natural they would bring the taste here.

The ice cream tends more towards the Italian gelato than the creamier North American type, but not all the way. Somehow, Argentines have found something halfway between the two which seems to me more delicious than either.

There are so many ice cream shops in Buenos Aires you’d wonder how they all stay in business — except that they all seem to be buzzing day and night! There’s one in Olivos, where my friend Cecilia stays, called Arnaldo’s. We went there one night around midnight, and had to line up just to get a table! Whole families, complete with kids and dogs, were there eating ice cream!

Language

Anyone who speaks Spanish will tell you that the version spoken in and around Buenos Aires is different from the rest of the Spanish speaking world. It’s usually called Castellano rather than Español, and has a definite Italian lilt to it. Not to mention that Porteños speak with their hands just as Italians do. As Buenos Aires sits on the River Plate, the dialect is called RioPlatense, and it’s also spoken in Uruguay on the other side of the river.

There is also a totally incomprehensible (at least to me and most expats) slang here called lunfardo. It apparently originated among Italian immigrants in the working class barrio of La Boca. The story goes that it was created to flummox the police, who couldn’t understand what anyone was saying!

Tango

And of coure for me, the best gift the Italians brought to Argentina was the tango, which also originated in La Boca. My tango teacher told me that the close embrace that so characterizes tango was the only way many single men, who had left their families back in Italy, could enjoy close physical contact with another person. However it started, I’m sure glad it caught on!

Architecture

Buenos Aires is full of magnificent old buildings that originally housed wealthy families and are called palacios. One of the most striking, though, was actually built as an office building, which it continues to be today. Palacio Barolo was designed by the Italian architect Mario Palanti and opened in 1923.

The building  has 23 storeys, each representing a stanza of Dante’s Divine Comedy. And as the architect was a Freemason, there is also a great deal of Masonic symbolism in the building.

I took a tour of Palacio Barolo on one of my previous visits. This is a sketch I did from the door of a shop across the road.

This has been a very general overview of the Italian influence on Buenos Aires, and I hope you found it interesting and learned something new about my beautiful adopted city. If you have any questions, ask them in the comments and I’ll try to answer them if I can.

My next post will talk about the French influence.

 

Things I’ve Accomplished Since Lockdown

Argentina went into lockdown officially on Thursday, and we were almost there for a couple of days before that. Since Thursday, mainly because I am spending time at home alone, I have:

  1. Made rice pudding from leftover rice — yummy
  2. Made banana bread from overripe bananas — yummy
  3. Caramelized onions to have with delicious Argentine steaks — yummy

( These three are all part of my newfound desire to cook, after hating it for most of my adult life. Stay tuned.)

4. Shortened the sleeves of a jacket — something I’ve been meaning to do for months.

5. Hemmed one pair of pants.

I’m going to continue this list for as long as the lockdown lasts. Knowing I’m doing that will encourage me to do more things.

What are you doing to make the most of this enforced downtime? Leave a comment to share your experience.

If you are one of the many people who have asked if I was OK because I hadn’t posted in the blog for a while, thank you for caring. I’m fine. I’ve just been a bit lazy, but I’m back on track now.

Stay safe.

 

Fresh Banana Bread for Lunch!

I’m using this enforced isolation to work on my cooking skills. If you know me well you are probably laughing, but it’s true.

This morning I made this banana bread, and I’m having some for lunch. You may think that’s not a very nutritious lunch, but think about it. It has fibre and potassium from the bananas, and a hearty doze of yumminess. What’s wrong with that??

Lockdown

Well, it’s here — total lockdown throughout Argentina. The President went on telly last night to make the announcement, and it wasn’t really a surprise. We have about 150 cases in the country, apparently all of which are “imported”, and there is no sign of community spread. That’s because of the precautions we’ve been taking so far and, amazingly, Argentines are doing what they’re told — not a natural thing for them! they are building eight emergency “hospitals” to deal with the situation, which I imagine will be kind of M.A.S.H. type places. Great idea. Of course God alone knows how we’ll pay for it as the economy is already in shambles, but hey, one crisis at a time.

We can go out for food or medicinal supplies, but police will be on the streets asking where we are going, so they are serious. Good thing.

I would like to say I’ve been working on my book and other business things, but sadly that’s not the case. Like many others, I’ve found it hard to summon up the energy, and even interest, to work. But I have done some things I’ve been meaning to do, like hemming a couple of pairs of pants. I’m also taking the opportunity to work on my new cooking skills. Check out this yummy rice pudding — which I decided to make from some leftover rice! OK, I know you may not think that’s a big deal, but for me it is. In the past I would keep the leftover rice until it walked out of the fridge!

Now that we are in mid-March, summer is winding down here. It’s not fall yet, but it’s not hot hot hot. I have a lovely balcony with plants, so I’ve moved one of my comfy living room chairs out there and I’ll be doing some work and some reading out there for a while. Good way to get fresh air too.

As I’m not a big movie fan, I’ve never felt inclined to get Netflix, but I’m considering it. In the meantime, there’s lots on YouTube to inform, comfort and entertain. I found old episodes of the British gameshow/comedy called Q1 hosted by the hilarious Stephen Fry. Falling off my red couch laughing. Check them out if you enjoy sheer unadulterated British silliness. Otherwise, forget it as you’ll just shake your head!

The other thing I’ve been doing is using video calling to stay in touch with friends. Four of my women friends here in Buenos Aires had a “virtual glass of Malbec” together a couple of nights ago, and I’ll be doing more of that with other friends both here and around the world. I highly recommend it. Might be a good idea to plan in advance to talk about things other than coronovirus though. No point in moaning all the time.

Well that’s it for now. Heading out to my balcony to sit on my chair and have lunch.

Stay well and safe.

 

Carnival!

A number of years ago I went with Cecilia and another friend to Gualeguaychu to see the second biggest carnival in South America, after Rio. It was spectacular.

Other cities in Argentina hold carnivals, including Buenos Aires. Even though this is the capital, the carnival is quite low key and nothing like as exciting as Gualeguaychu. But it’s fun in its own way, so I went with Venetia and Sally to check it out.

No huge floats, no almost naked people, no professional dancers. Just people having fun. Here are some photos and a video to give you a feel for the event.

This was some sort of exhibit of costumes, but we never figured out exactly what they were.

Parade make-up station

These were some cool boots!

I don’t want to be here. Why did you make me do this?

Carnival baby

Carnival baby’s mum

Backstage after the parade

Not sure what role this bus played but it was pretty cool looking

More backstage

And of course we ended the afternoon in the usual way!

Wedding on the Beach

A couple of weeks ago, I went with Cecilia and three other women friends to Pinamar, where we celebrated the wedding of Cecilia’s daughter Pia — on the beach! I was so excited looking forward to this, as it’s such a romantic idea. And it didn’t disappoint!

We left on Friday and stayed until Sunday around noon. We had rented a full apartment through Air BnB, and it was amazing. So new you could still smell the newness. Four bedrooms, four bathrooms, kitchen and breakfast room, one balcony with built-in asado and an ocean view, one with a view of the hills behind the town. And a pool on the roof deck.

There were eight women — seven Argentines and me! You can only imagine. Seven women speaking rapid colloquial Spanish, all at the same time, all weekend! I actually understood more than I thought I would, but I have to admit from time to time I simply tuned out in the interests of my sanity.

Pizza Night

On the Friday night Pia and Valentin had organized a pizza party at a local bar, imaginatively called The Bar. There were about fifty people there and it was fun, but it was really quite cold. We were a bit concerned about how cold it was going to be on the beach. In fact, many people had warned me to take warm clothes as it can be very windy and cold on the Argentine coast.

The Big Day

Fortunately, the warm clothes stayed in the suitcases as the weather was hot, sunny and beautiful. We went up to the roof after breakfast and enjoyed swimming in the pool. Then we brought up a bottle of champagne from the kitchen and got started early on the celebration — this was 11 am! Cecilia sent a photo to Pia, who then begged us not to drink as there would be lots of booze at the wedding. Too late!

We had snacks for lunch, and then all the other ladies went to get their hair and makeup done. I chose to do my own, which gave me a blissful two hours alone in the apartment to get ready and give my head a rest!

Obligatory Panic

Pia’s sister, Macarena, was the bridesmaid. She had chosen a cool little dress in a fabulous shade of jade green. Unfortunately, before coming to Pinamar she hadn’t been able to find shoes to go with it! So Saturday morning was spent with her partner, Daniela, running around Pinamar and neighbouring towns frantically trying on shoes! Eventually, she found what she liked and the panic was over.

What we didn’t know until later was that Pia’s brother, Joaquin, had forgotten his suit, shirt and tie! Carefully chosen and assembled for the wedding, it had inadvertently been left behind. So he and his partner, Corinna, were running around at the same time as Macarena and Daniela! Joaquin ended up renting an outfit, which solved the whole problem.

Dressed to Kill

We had planned to leave at 6.30 pm, and by that designated time we were all dressed up in our wedding finery. We all looked pretty good and couldn’t wait to get to the venue!

I have to say it was what we call in Scotland a “well dressed wedding”! There were eighty guests, many of whom were friends of the bride and groom. What a group of beautiful young people, both chicos and chicas! The range of styles was wide, but all chosen with care and they all looked happy and lovely!

The Wedding

Apparently there had been a disagreement between the bride and groom as to whether the wedding would be actually on the beach or in a restaurant right on the beach. Naturally the bride won, so it was in the restaurant. I think she was probably thinking of all the ladies’ shoes sinking into the sand. Anyway, it was a fabulous venue, with lots of space both indoors and out, and the best party I’ve been to in a long time!

They had hired a well known Argentine celebrity MC, and he was hilarious. He had obviously done his homework about the couple and their friends and added immensely to the fun.

They also had a DJ and the music was non-stop. It was the kind of dancing where you just dance with whoever is in front of you, or even several people! I barely sat down except to have a sip or two of wine! Eventually Maria Luisa, my roomie, and I got a taxi and went home at 2.30 am. Cecilia and the family were still dancing up a storm, and they eventually got home at 6.30 am!

Next morning we had brunch at a cafe on the beach — nobody talked much, just drank a lot of coffee.

All in all, it was a great weekend, a happy occasion and a GREAT party! Here’s a selection of photos of the event.

Champagne by the pool

One of our balconies, this one with a barbecue and a view of the beach

The ladies’ table — which Cecilia and I promptly left to go walkabout!

First we found a table full of men — a good place to start!

Ready for the party with Cecilia!

With Macarena and Daniela — las chicas!

With the bride

Cecilia’s tribute to her daughter

Pia with the MC

Valentin pays tribute to his bride

Happy Bride and Groom

Bride and groom in the sea — no, not at sunset, at sunrise!

The morning after the night before

Too cold to go all the way in, but at least I got my feet wet!