My aunt struggled to shop well in South Africa; Porter and Christopher spent hours in Marrakech's Medina looking for decent souveniers. Both came back with lovely things, but it didn't come easy. Very accustomed to Western travellers, the Afrikaners thankfully pickled their guests with booze every two to three hours: see a rhino, wash back the vision with a G&T. But Porter and Chirstopher retreated to their hotel roof each evening to solitarily down wine while the natives prayed, never able to sidle up to a bar or a Frenchman as they'd so hoped. That said, the shopping and imbibing and sidling will have to come easy on the next Hovey adventure.
So...we're headed to Buenos Aires!
One of our first stops will be La Martina, the 100 year-old supplier to Argentina's polo teams. I'll hopefully be coming back with one of those great bags...and maybe some leather knee pads (practical, schmactical -- they're beautiful).