Russian Orthodox Church
in barrio San Telmo,
I'm a big fan of those onion style
cupolas. If i ever build a house
i'd like a couple of them
perched on the roof.
Didn't get inside this church,
the front doors resolutely
closed for public traffic.
On a totally wild tangent,
i think i was
chatted-up by the hippy
flower man wearing
yellow jeans with the
name of Julio, or Hugo.
Saw him in the street as
i was walking into the cafe and we 'hablamos' (i think that means talked) and he was on his way to his house for lunch and he said to drop by his flower stall for 'hablando' Talk. I think that was the gist of it. We swapped names, he asked where i came from and how long i had been in Buenos Aires, and was i with family or solita? Solo. On my own. Long hair and on hot days he wears really short tiger stripped shorts.
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