The cake shops are something else. I’m not a fan of the cake but these confiterias were so lush and extravagant and decadent I took to gazing in their windows every morning. Apart from the medialunas (a croissant shaped brioche) which Argentines eat for breakfast, they love all kinds of sticky cake things, called facturas. On every corner without a cafe or a greengrocers or a garage there’s an old-fashioned cake shop with curly neon lettering and gleaming glass counters and decorated paper to wrap the sweet things in.
My favourite cakerie, called Hollywood or something similarly dated, had a shop front so delicious I wanted to lick it. In it were lemon meringue pies shaped like large yellow breasts, chocolate cakes decorated with twirled shavings of dark chocolate, sponges covered in large strawberries and piped cream. It smelt divine – at the back were trays of hand-made chocolates – and on a Saturday morning the queue snaked out of the shop and down the street.
My favourite cakerie, called Hollywood or something similarly dated, had a shop front so delicious I wanted to lick it. In it were lemon meringue pies shaped like large yellow breasts, chocolate cakes decorated with twirled shavings of dark chocolate, sponges covered in large strawberries and piped cream. It smelt divine – at the back were trays of hand-made chocolates – and on a Saturday morning the queue snaked out of the shop and down the street.
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