Observations update.

Yeah, I might have rushed a little with the dog-poop cleanliness.  Firstly, this is city of dogs!  There are more dogs with people than kids.  A lot more.  And no, they don’t clean.  Most of the time there is poop all over.  Dog walkers sometimes do pick it up, but regular folks – nah.

I have a couple of shots of dog walkers from our balcony.

Mailman (postman?) walks around the city, dressed in purple shirt (a la FedEx color) and drops off the mail in designated mail slots on the doors.

Speaking of doors, most of the buildings have garage entrances with a light outside.  Normally, light is green.  When it turns red and a nasty beeping starts, that means that the garage door(s) is opening/closing – pedestrian, be aware.

Lots of Armenians.  Walked in to a hair salon, way out of where we live (closer to the area where the Beatles museum is located), where my boy and I wanted to have a haircut.  In a tongue-breaking spanglish and primate like hand-moving trying to ask how much, how long is the wait and we want to shave our heads (more to this later), the girls at the counter turned out to be Armenians from Yerevan…  Yerevan to Buenos Aires – not something that I’ve ever heard anyone contemplating when I lived there.