Almost everyday now huge storms descend upon Buenos Aires; cool relief from the heat of the days and nights. The thunder growls out the traffic and rain turns some streets into traps for the city’s pushy taxi drivers, their cars lying abandoned with water sometimes almost up to their windows. We’re developing some Porteño habits - eating evening meals at 10 or 11 and taking a siesta in the afternoon when the heat is at its worst.
But the rain makes the city softer and empties the streets of the usual aggressive bustle. I like these pauses in the day: the sound pulls me away from the laptop to play with the rain falling down the well in the middle of our apartment building.
Merry Christmas all.
[Click on 'Play in Popup' above to hear the rain]