Argentina | A Sunday in Salta

My how I love Argentina – I cannot even describe. On a Sunday in Salta, the shops are all closed, leaving a stillness in the city that only empty streets of cobbly stones and cathedrals can provide. In Salta, I am taken back to Milan. In Salta, I am in Europe. We started the day with a late lunch, typical for Argentineans, who often dine late into the night (sometimes not until 10pm!). Our dive of choice was a crowded place just across from... Read More