Spring
We already feel the smell. In some neighbourhoods we smell the fresh jasmine of the country; in others we can see the bloom of colourful wisteria. Even, at downtown city, air seems to be softer, more promising, almost provocative. Skin gains timidly ground on clothes: an arm here, a calf there, maybe feet get free from boots. Behind the skin, here come the glances, conversations, meetings.
In springtime, we love ice-creams every time, and enjoy the tables along the pavement and the splendid fruit shops as luxurious boutiques. Of course, flower stores are a must-see place. The trees that Carlos Thays planted in the parks of the city take turns showing their colours: pink lapacho makes Plaza Italy even more beautiful, the tipas trees stain the Palermo woods with yellow and in November, the Plaza San Martín becomes violet with the help of the jacaranda in November. Even, doves of Plaza de Mayo seem to be happier. Parks are overcrowded, tourists have picnics and local people use their lunch-time to enjoy the first intense sun.
At evening, we are not in a rush to go home any more, we want to take a stroll around the city, look at people, go on. Most people change their home return for a happy hour with fruit drinks, there is always a musician in a terrace with an incredible moonlight. Spring has just come and landscape and moods change. Even allergic people, among their endless sneezes, cannot deny it.
