Well, only three. At Milion, this fancy townhouse a couple of blocks from my place.

It has a restaurant and a bar, a back patio and some grand stairs leading down into the garden.

Andrés and I arrived towards 11, the bar relatively full, mostly with expats, tourists and the Argentinean upper class….

We watched the other guests and couldn’t help but wonder what their stories and relations might be…

The older, grey haired gentlemen all over and obviously into his slightly younger, probably operated Blond in a pink dress, practically in her cleavage… When they left, the whole bar watched them, obviously sharing our thoughts.

The group of women at the bar, blond, probably operated, lips enlarged, beyond 50 but trying to pull off a 35.

We had Mojitos at the bar, an Ananá Daiquiri on the stairs and a final Aperol Spritz at the bar again, where Andrés was busy rejecting the advances of a clearly drunk Blond, who claimed she knew the owner and asked him to take her out of there, dumping her male comparing on the spot… !!!!

Luckily, the place closed at 2 a.m. – what an un-Argentinian time, but it was Wednesday – so we could still walk home in an orderly manner.