June 15th 2008 - The San Telmo Market

The deserted streets of San Telmo wake up on Sundays. It’s not a good sign when you hear every other person on the streets saying “Hace muy frio”. I’ve had a running nose since last night. And this morning the streets were cold. The sun, however, is still shining.

San Telmo on Sunday noon – becomes a flea market. Small vendors on the streets. Music everywhere. Poor artists showing off their art and attempting to sell them. Poor people toasting for world peace. And bunches of tourists and locals looking to buy some cheap souvenir or artifacts. The smell of bread. The smell of mate. Cobbled streets with no traffic. People walking at no hurried pace. It felt like Sunday – and that to me is good.