I arrive in Argentina with a few clichés in my mind: football, tango and meat. My first steps in Buenos Aires will prove me that a trip in Argentina is not only these 3 words.
However, it's true that here, the football is a religion and Diego Maradona is a legend. As such, I quickly learned I didn't have to say his name and it was better to call him "El Diego". It's true as well that a part of Buenos Aires lives at the rate of the milongas where we can watch or learn how to dance the Argentinian tango. A sensual and complex dance. It's still true we can enjoy a thick steak which covers the three-quarters of the plate without paying out more than 5 euros. But it's not for these clichés we like Buenos Aires but for its lively, fiesta-like and epicurean atmosphere. For its smiling and warm-hearted inhabitants. I don't really like the cities in general but I like Buenos Aires.
During an afternoon, I go to the Bombonera stadium to share the deep passion of the Boca Juniors supporters. A seething atmosphere where the bleachers tremble and the singings resound.

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I wander about the San Telmo and Micro Centro districts where European architecture and rushing people match. I escape a little bit further for a colourful stroll in the "El caminito" symbolic street of the Boca district. An extract of Argentinian culture.

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Waiting for heading to the Iguazu falls, in the northeast of the country, I go to enjoy a savoury steak in a black pepper sauce. A necessary fill-up of proteins to intensely live a 20-h bus trip.