Being in B. A. now feels like being in Paris during August- the city is deserted except for the tourists, and a lot of stuff is closed. Well, maybe a slight exageration, but that´s what it feels like. I made the mistake, although there really would have been no other way to do it, of arriving to Argentina during Easter week. This is like the final fling for summer, the last hurrah, and everyone takes to the road, and gets out of town, or if you´re an out- of- towner, you come to the Capital.