We started the morning off at La Recoleta Cementerio, where Evita Peron’s body rests. Going along with the theme of this trip, this cemetery was unlike anything we’d seen before. Expecting to see a cemetery like those in the States, we were surprised to find 13 acres of elaborate vaulted tombs and mausoleums in the middle of the city. Here is where Evita rests:

We wandered through a typical market right outside the cemetery and picked up some art for our place. This man provided endless entertainment as he slowly danced the tango by himself.

We decided since we missed Black Friday in the States, we’d have our own day of shopping on Saturday. First up was Recoleta, which we liken to the Upper East Side, or as they say here, the Paris of South America. We were quickly disheartened to find that designers and major labels actually list prices in American dollars. No fun. We stopped in the Palace hotel for a glass of vino and a beer in hopes of gaining liquid courage for shopping. (If you buy it but you don’t remember, does it really count?)

After realizing we still couldn’t afford stores like Hermes, we headed back to Palermo to hang with the cool kids in our neighborhood. We found some seriously cool shops where the stores themselves were actually more interesting than the wares within them.

BREAKING NEWS: Bec went a day without a steak and instead went with a slice of cheesecake the size of her head. Please be kind to her when she returns to the States several sizes larger than when she left. We went to Mark’s deli in Palermo Soho and felt like we were sitting at a coffeehouse in Soho New York. We kept expecting friends to walk in. They even serve iced coffee. In a country where you have to make a special request for ice, that is HUGE.