Joggers, cyclists and friends passing a mate gourd stream along the Rambla beside the Río de la Plata, from the port to the sandy curve of Pocitos. Inland, city buses rumble past Palacio Salvo, and on Sunday mornings the crowd shuffles stall by stall through the Tristán Narvaja street market.
Away from the water, Ciudad Vieja keeps wine bars and old cafés in its colonial streets, and on Sunday evenings candombe drums gather in Barrio Sur. Summers are warm with a sea breeze at dusk, while winters turn cool, damp and windy. A Local Friend keeps the plan loose, so a sunny hour can turn into a beach stop and a distant drum call can become your evening.
