They talk about Salta as a woman. Salta la linda, they call her. You may also meet her friend, Cerveza Salta Negra. A gorgeous dark beer and again I am in love. Perhaps I wouldn't be quite so enamored with this thick, chocolately beer if I didn't live in the city. But I do and I am.
Here, you see her reflection in the window of a nightclub in Balcarce. Balcarce is to Salta what the East Village is to NYC (minus the riots), Smith Street is to Brooklyn (minus the Brooklyn House of Detention), Elmwood Avenue is to Buffalo and what East Atlanta Village is to Atlanta.
Sundays, during the day, barricades block the street to traffic, allowing local artists to set up shop. Here, you'll find some of the most chic and varied restaurants of the city. There's even sushi, truly surprising in a place where asado, fiambres --platters of meats, cheeses, olives and the like -- and empanadas reign. Saltenos and visitors flock to this bantam weight, but growing, neighborhood for a drink or dinner.
My night culminated at one of the many Balcarce night clubs dancing to reggaeton - note, originated in Panama - with Damien, our latest couchsurfer from Australia, and Amelia, Paola and Daniela, Salteno couchsurfers, The night, I must admit, is a bit of a blur as we celebrated the imminent departure of Amelia and Daniela, sisters, for Israel by drinking bottle after bottle of a very sweet, fizzy wine.