Córdoba

This is not a diary: if it were, it'd have the way before dawn start in freezing temperatures; the adventure of buying gas (they pump it for you!); the car rental return (you have to get a parking ticket to enter the airport, seemingly); the excitement of wondering whether I'd make my connection, after Aerolíneas Argentinas decided it would be fun to have the connecting flight to Córdoba leave not from the airport it was originally scheduled to depart from, but the one the other side of the city ... good job it's the 25th May, the anniversary of the formation of the revolutionary government (independence proper from Spain happened in 1816), and so Buenos Aires was atypically traffic-free.  But there's a lot of old Spain left in Córdoba - an old Jesuit center - and that was a big part of my wanting to see what, so far, is a rather charming city, even if the light was fading by the time I'd checked in and could head out to explore.

Here's the cathedral: built in the C18th, and the Baroque ceiling decorations ... done by Italian artists in the early C20th.

I think this is the Monasteria de Santa Teresa, but I'd want to check on that ... So much to see tomorrow!

The city is known for its honey.

... and this is the view from my hotel roof: an empty city, because everyone's at home eating or having eaten locro - a potato and corn and sausage stew that's typical criollo food, and what everyone (bar me - none came my way at airports) eats today ...