Buenos Aires - passion about passed greatness

I just left my last home behind, but not the people and their passion about a time that has gone with the sailing ships departing into the unknown but promissing new world somewhere out in the Atlantic sea - best expressed in the music of Fado. And there it is yet again - in Buenos Aires - that pride of greatness of a time that erroded with the austerity posed upon the nation but is still alive in the passion and expression of the Tango.

Indeed, Buenos Aires reminds me a lot my last years in Lisbon, its colonial past as well as the effects of years of austerity. BA is just much bigger, in all of its aspects. Avenues are wider by two to four lanes as buildings are taller, topped by impressive roof constructions of three or more floors. In that respect, BA does remind me in my immagination also NYC - the old part of Manhatten - around the time with the 'great depression' on the horizon and its european influence of the 'belle epoque'.

I am sure this will be rewarding days floating through long and crowded streets of a 3-million-metropole - enjoying its 'bourgeoisie' café-restaurant tradition that easily can compete with my favoured places in Paris and Vienna, while drawing up some desired crossroads references on my route down south ...