Anyone who lives in a city, a large city especially, knows that every day that you are out and going about your business, that you will see and hear, sights and sounds that are not always available outside of a city.
Some of these sights and a lot of these sounds, are not especially pleasant or something that you would want to see, elsewhere.
But then there are sights that almost stop you in your tracks.
Something that you have not seen before, seen in that place before or maybe you have seen them before but they please you so much, you just have to stop and appreciate the sight.
I see everything here.
The old and frail, the healthy and the not very healthy.
The very young , the adorable , the beautiful and the handsome.
Fashion-wise, it is a feast whenever I walk out the door.
From the edgiest Street Fashion to the most glamorous and rich Right off the Runway Fashion.
I always feel that the people here, on the whole, dress better than in some states I have lived in , back in the US.
Here they like their clothes to fit . . they are clean and pressed and tidy looking. They take pride in their appearance.. old fashioned maybe, but I like it !
I see people who are so tragically lost in mental illness, who should be in a clean room where people can provide food and shelter .
Instead we see them rooting in garbage cans and wearing clothes that are so tattered, their modesty is completely lost.
But as in all cities, there it is, the mix , the rich, the poor, the young and old and all the in-between.
I love seeing the very old ladies sitting in cafes with their "girfriends", laughing , chatting, just girls.
The old guys, sitting on the bench in the park, discussing Things.
Who knows what Things, sometimes it is serious and yet, they always seem to have a twinkle in their eye and enjoy good laughs together.
Now and then there are ladies of a certain age, with a little dog, that she carries , feed tidbits to while sitting on a bench, this is her baby now.
It makes me feel sad, that she might be all alone and this is her family now, the small dog who adores her.
But then, I think, if Tate had lived a long long time, he and I might end up sitting on a bench one day, sharing a cheese sandwich and People watching.
We have lived here almost 6 years now.
It used to be the three of us, my husband, myself and Tate the Pup.
We are known to most of the people in our neighborhood as the Americanos with the Perro.
He was a Standard Poodle.
They don't have them in Buenos Aires.
We would walk him on the sidewalk in the parks and people would stop us every few steps to pet him, ask about him, give him kisses.
He was our Goodwill Ambassador.
But as always ... Things change.
We are leaving here .
We will start a new life in a new home in a new town.
There will be a new pup and who knows what other delightful new things will be coming along ..
We are excited and looking forward.
Which is really the Best Place to Look.