Belgrano I approach Belgrano to see the Los Euc- aliptos building. I wasn’t there last time, didn’t go passed Palermo and its Japa- nese Park… ‘cause they say you were seen, last night, in the Japanese Park (I remember that from Garufa, a tango my mother used to sing; she who was so much in love with tango, even though she never travelled outside Spain…) I pass through Vicente López and its 80’s build- ings, so tacky all of them. The Uber guy tells me that all of that was the result of speculating, but I maintain that develop- ers have always speculated, in every pe- riod of history, and that has always been the developer’s goal; however there are periods with taste, and periods that are plain obscene. And the more possibilities we have, and the more we are allowed to do, the greater chances we have of fucking it up. There lies the contradiction and the problem of our times of excess: everything is possible. From Belgrano I would highlight the hous- es in-between, locked side by side with blocks,‘cause the guy didn’t want to sell… And, going back to the city center, the polo field, the casino, on the other side, which takes several blocks, the Eng- lishman railroad (elevated and parallel with the river), the French and Brazilian embassies, next to the Four Seasons and the Colón Theatre, already over “9 de Julio”, close to my hotel. Izquierda / Left: Me acerco a Belgrano para ver el edificio Eucaliptus. I approach Belgrano to see the Los Eucaliptos building. t6518