Our neighborhood in Buenos Aires

Dear Nicalai,

We’re going to live in the city of Buenos Aires for a month. I think “Buenos Aires” is Spanish for “Good Air.”  I think they must have named this place before the invention of diesel trucks and busses.  If they named it today, the city might be called “Diésel Aires”

Don’t get me wrong, though.  I really like Buenos Aires. We can walk everywhere from our apartment on Avenida Guido.

Imagine how good it feels to walk on our street under this archway of trees!

Imagine how good it feels to walk on our street under this archway of trees!

We can walk to a big park, Costanera Sur.  The park lies between the city and the wide river.  It is a safe place for birds to live, so a lot of different birds come here to live.

The eared dove is one of the most common residents here, but it’s not the most colorful. Its quiet, gray color makes me think of funerals.

Our eared dove nests on our porch, and she has two little chicks underneath her. Sometimes she lets me see them, when Nona and Papa aren’t around.  The eared dove is one of the most common residents here, but it’s not the most colorful. Its quiet, gray color makes me think of funerals rather than babies. 

Speaking of funerals, Buenos Aires must have a lot of funerals.  I know because we sometimes go for walks in a city that is built just for dead people, the Recoleta Cemetery.  Yeah, they make houses, even mansions, for people who died.  Whole families of dead people occupy the houses. Instead of clothes, the dead people are either put into urns or into wooden boxes called coffins.  That’s ok because they are not going anywhere, and they don’t breathe anymore.

I guess the dead people like to have us visitors walking around their little city, called a “necropolis.” A lot of people who are alive — like us — come here to look at these houses.

I guess the dead people like to have us visitors walking around their little city, called a “necropolis.” A lot of people who are alive — like us — come here to look at these houses.

We don’t just go to the cemetery.  Buenos Aires also has a very nice art museum in our neighborhood.  We like to walk over there to look at Argentinian art, as well as art from around the world .

Nona said that this woven “painting” is called a “tapestry.” It is amazing that someone could “paint” such a big and detailed picture on a weaving loom.

Nona said that this woven “painting” is called a “tapestry.” It is amazing that someone could “paint” such a big and detailed picture on a weaving loom.

Well, that’s not everything that I could tell you about our neighborhood in Buenos Aires, but I’ve covered the basics from good air to bad air to life in nature to death in a cemetery to art in a museum. So, you see, our neighborhood — it’s called Recoleta — has it all and more.

Bye! I’m your friend.

Love,

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Solbit

October 2016

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