So this is the greeting I get from young Joshua (the nephew). I think he was put up to it by his dad. Can't think why, I mean today for instance, we wandered out, had coffee at 9:30 took a train up to San Telmo and watched the tourists watching the tango (and looked at the antique market: they have junk here too you know). Then we had a little lunch (the BEST beef I have ever tasted, seriously, it was vuelta y vuelta (rare, very rare, raw in fact, in the middle) but it was like eating beef mousse, so tender).

The waiter was from South Africa and he was chatty & friendly: apparently the Porteño thing is a kiss on the cheek, even for guys... erm... beards are weird aren't they). I blame Liz for being friendly, time was I would have slouched out without a word... not any more). But the beef was divine.
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