Candace Lewis Laietmark
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There’s something about this market that feels like the soul of Buenos Aires. It’s not trying too hard. It just is. Artists, makers, musicians. All showing up with their full selves.
I found pieces here that I truly love. Not just pretty things, but items that feel rare, soulful, and deeply rooted. Silver jewelry that caught the light in this really beautiful way, leatherwork that smelled like earth and tobacco, woven textiles with such care and intention.
My son picked up a few handmade instruments. Real ones, not toys. Solid, well-made, clearly made with pride. He still plays with them and talks about the lady who sold them to us. That kind of connection doesn’t happen in big stores.
There was a Spanish guitarist playing a few blocks in, and the sound stopped me in my tracks. Something about it - raw, emotional, honest - brought tears to my eyes.
Then we turned a corner and there they were: live tango dancers, just out in the open. I’ve danced Argentine tango for years, but watching them in that setting, in the middle of the street, felt completely new. Like something clicked.
Even the shops and galleries along the way had a kind of quiet magic. The old buildings, the soft wear on the tile floors, the way the light filtered through. It all felt curated without being staged.
If you’re coming to Buenos Aires, especially for a short time, I can’t recommend this enough. It’s a crash course in the spirit of the city.
It’s slow, it’s soulful ❤️