Buenos Aires: Feel the flame of passion and loneliness of the homeless

Buenos Aires is a traveler's dream...
Her port side, floating fish smell cheap bistro is the birthplace of the tango dream life; her heart, the Plaza de Mayo, the great mother of the Revolution in Argentina, but now it has become another group of mothers protest locations; She is the Southern Hemisphere only run a 24-hour party metropolis; provide her with the world's best steak and wine; she is Latin America, Paris, Florence, Barcelona, you can Art fashion retrospective of a century ago on the streets of those radiation linear; accommodate various complexion residents, Indians, Europeans, Asians, and the first Spanish colonists left offspring, they are called Mazhuo people, meaning "orphans", they had grown on horseback exchange wine and mate with the leather and the people, and now exists only in a very private scene.

She held annually in South America's biggest Art Fair: Art in Buenos Aires, attracting all kinds of adventures, curators and collectors, they harbor a strong nostalgia for the colonial era side to side are also eager to tap into emerging selling point of this nation; she urban slums is thrilling speed to expand inside and outside, the ocean iron sheets and plastic sheeting are devouring the streets of old and useless, where the poorest children carries hot football dream ;
She was 200 years ago fishing village just a port, the second half of the 19th century has emerged as the richest in the world, one of the few countries in the 1970s by the dramatic impact of the world economic crisis and the domestic political turmoil, has only to look back to glory of the past.

She presented to the world the world the name of glory: Guevara, Borges, Carlos Jardel, Evita, Maradona ...You only need to stay in Buenos Aires any cafe in a moment, will be able to understand the character of the city and how the conflict is blend of serenity in the air;You simply drink a pot of mate and locals with talk for half an hour, and will be able to find these happy, quiet, with you I am no different from modern people who still flowing with the memory of the bloody ...