“I loved him, and he loved me; the President of your country”, he said, vividly waving his hands, delighted at correctly guessing we were Indians. Before we could think of
Vintage markets for breakfast, puppet shows for snack, tango for lunch, open air band performance for your evening tea followed by a dance show for dinner. This is how we
Buenos Aires was where we started running away from the shadows. Shadows meant the colder side of the road. And in Buenos Aires, anything cold was not welcome. We started