For some, Argentina is about Evita …
… or Che …
… or tango …
… but for me, it’s as much about having a French onion soup at Brasserie Petanque, just south of Plaza de Mayo.
It’ll be my eighth trip to Argentina. It’s kind of an addiction, but for the rational part of me, it’s nice to have a second home that I can visit every few years and enjoy simple things like melted French cheese.
