On Sundays the San Telmo Market is bustling with activity, There are produce stalls and jewelry shops and dozens of restaurants. The building itself is reminiscent of a French market, with an iron framework and colorful glass. We wander through the market, but nothing is very appealing. The fruits and vegetables seem tired, and a lot of the shops are selling junk. The restaurants appear to be the main attraction. We buy some nice pastries.

As we exit the market, there is a nearby restaurant in an old Monastery where we stop for lunch. The Monastery is beautiful, with tile work and statuary, and we sit at a shaded table along one of the galleries. The service is very slow. We get our drinks, then wait. Then we wait some more. We’re not sure our waiter has put in our order. We ask, but he doesn’t speak English, and it’s not clear he understands. We wait. Diners around us have ordered, been served, eaten and left. Finally our food arrives. Fries, empanadas and a frittata. It’s just OK. Nice place to visit, but like the market it doesn’t live up to its promise.

We Uber back to the apartment for our now routine nap. The midday heat in Buenos Aires makes it difficult to stay outside. By late afternoon things start to cool down, and we walk to the grocery store to find some dinner. Sausages for the grill seem right, along with a nice salad and sautéed broccoli. We have an electric grill that works quite nicely, and after a drawn out cocktail hour we cook and have dinner al fresco. This our last night in Argentina. The warm breeze and summer sky are perfect. At home it’s minus 4°.