Monday, October 27, 2008

A long walk

Today we walked for several hours, leaving our hotel in the Micro Centro and exploring the neighborhoods of Once and Recoleta.

Booze is cheap here. Don't be confused by the dollar signs in these prices. They refer to pesos (unless it says US$). There are three pesos per dollar. That's right. That big old honkin bottle of vodka is mucho less than two bucks. Later we entered a Pharmacia in search of mouthwash, and concluded that it would be mucho cheaper to gargle with a fine bourbon.



The herbs in the center level of this display ought to be consumed in the order of their arrangement, given their properties.



In the fashionable Recoleta neighborhood, we paused for an espresso doble. C got the torta di limon and I got the torta di manzanas. His was surprisingly Flavoroff-free, mine alas had been doused. We are now accustomed to being given tiny glasses of water with our coffees, but this establishment also felt that we would appreciate tiny glasses of Tang. We did not know whether these were meant to be downed before or after the coffees/tortas. We chose after. Oddly refreshing.



We came upon a gigantic and clunky public sculpture called Generic Plant. It is supposed to mechanically open and close, but it does not work. It was paid for by Lockheed Martin and we suspect they used some old airplane parts. There were several pouty fashion models doing their best for the cameras in front of this thing.



We approached a church to see what was drawing the crowd outside on its portico. It was the shrine to San Expedito. I am translating this to mean Saint Expeditor. A saint who "gets things done lickety split." In New York, one must always hire an expeditor to get a construction permit through the municipal bureaucracy. Heaven is no different. Here the pious ladies bring their needs to the saint via the lighting of candles (and the church minds not the revenue attached to this).



This sign gives the text of the prayer one ought to say to Saint Expeditor, inserting your particular dire circumstances at the appropriate moment.



The janitor put the debris of yesterday's supplications out with the trash. Nothing leaves a waxy build-up like unanswered prayers.

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Anonymous Bil Browning said...

This sign gives the text of the prayer one ought to say to Saint Expeditor, inserting your particular dire circumstances at the appropriate moment.

Well, isn't that convenient? That'll help me to get that prayer done "lickety split." Quite in the spirit of the place, it seems.

11:56 PM  
Anonymous henry said...

some of those herbs look more like gardening mulch. If you can digest those you can digest anything? Is that the wisdom behind it?

9:28 AM  

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