j'arrive

Like a drowned rat I fall into mr denbees flat in san telmo, Buenos aires and am confronted by the lovely face of my sleepy friend and a beautiful, spacious, characterful and warm apartment filled with incredible 20’s paraphernalia, a big wooden table, open centre, balcony, a roof terrace a beautiful high ceiling rooms. Its like a dream and when the rain passes the next day a glorious and proud city is revealed to me. Paddy’s day goes off, the streets packed, the booze flowing and festive atmosphere all over. We stagger in at 6am after a few bars and a few streets to find a bewildered Irishman on the doorstep, how novel for this day in argentina.