A love letter to the city that never seems to sleep
There are cities you visit and then there are cities you feel. Buenos Aires is the latter – a place of intensity and warmth, where everything happens later, louder and with more passion than seems entirely reasonable. You arrive and something in the air shifts. By day three, you're no longer asking why the restaurant reservation is at 10.30pm, you're just grateful it’s not earlier.
My time in Argentina was memorable, I dressed up every evening, armed with my killer heels, painted nails and a perfume to turn heads.
A city of contradictions, European and Latin, elegant and chaotic, nostalgic and defiantly alive – Buenos Aires doesn’t unfold politely. It unravels, slowly and seductively, like aromatic smoke curling from a cigar or the last note of a tango song that never quite ends.