Camden Market, not even

I can't tell you how happy I was to be out of a theme park and back in a place. People all rushing by and pavements and noise.

I wandered around the city. My barrio, Palermo, is slighly north east of the city centre and is now where everyone who visits Buenos Aires wants to stay. Who knew? A couple I'd met in Patagonia had told me that there are lots of markets in the area at the weekend so I took out the Golden Map given to me by my taxi driver on my night in Argentina all those weeks ago (the fat one not the shark) and headed off for the central square.

Oh dear. It was like Camden Market. A series of stalls selling lots of crap - crocheted hats and leather jewellery - and large ugly bars open to the street with rock music blaring and waitresses in short uniforms racing about. I mentally put a line through cool Palermo, put away my map and promptly got lost.