There’s a lot of Brooklyn in Buenos Aires and a lot of Buenos Aires in Brooklyn.

My husband and I have been spending a good part of the summer in Buenos Aires for a number of years. At this point it almost feels like home. And it’s always a bit of a culture wrench when we transfer between Brooklyn and Buenos Aires.

One of the last drawings of summer in Buenos Aires: one of our favorite places in that city: one of the greenhouses in the Botanical Garden.

Back home in Brooklyn, reunited with my scanner, back home in Brooklyn. It deserves a portrait: I’ve missed it so much. Nothing takes the place of this little machine.

And back on the F train in Brooklyn.I do miss the subways of New York.  The subte system in Buenos Aires is really quite good.  But it’s not nearly as extensive as New York’s MTA, and it doesn’t have 24 hour service.

I’m missing the cafés of Buenos Aires.  We have more cozy cafés all the time in Brooklyn, but just as it does in bookstores, BsAs really owns this territory.  Still, we read in the Brooklyn Commune in Windsor Terrace. This time waiting out the rain.

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