Buenos Aires is big and it feels like a big city: block after block of ten or more stories, with street level shops and apartments above. In this way it feels like New York.
The city has a wealth of public sculpture. Every square has its monument. Strange statues seem to pop out of the ground around every corner. In this way it feels like Paris.
There is incredible energy in the crowds who push their way up and down the sidewalks of the city's seemingly endless grid. There are people moving everywhere and the hustle and bustle of business is so thick you can smell it. In this way it feels like Bangkok.
The cafes are full of lingering friends, men with men and women with women, drinking one coffee over an hour or two. In this way it feels like Belgrade.
The sidewalks are atrocious, cracked and broken, in many places bare dirt rather than tiles. At the same time, the streets are well kept, recently paved. In this way it feels like Nairobi (a very recent, post-Moi Nairobi though).
In truth, Buenos Aires feels like none of those cities. Buenos Aires feels like Buenos Aires.
Posted by Martial