25 September -- and the rest.

After the cemetary, we had lunch at Munich de Recoleta, a Recoleta restaurant that turned out to have great German food and lots of locals. Our waiter had worked there since approximately 1927.

To walk off lunch, we walked all the way to San Telmo on the south side of town to look at the antiques fair that springs up on Sundays. They had some cool stuff, but since it's pretty popular, there aren't really that many bargains.

Dinner was with Javier at a trendy little Italian place in Puerto Madero, the recently refurbished dock area downtown. Trendy or not, they still played bad 80's music, a common theme in Argentina.

After Javier dropped us off at our hotel around midnight (we told you dinner is always late), we behaved like true locals and went right back out for ice cream at Freddo.

That's Javier and Chris, who I assure you just has bad eyelid timing.


Yay! Ice cream at midnight! A 5-year-old's dream!