We arrived at Salta on Sunday afternoon from Buenos Aires.

Salta being a small sleepy town where life seems to stall on Sundays, we ended up eating a small thing at – you won’t believe it – McDo.

After the first city stroll, we already wanted to leave. But there were still a few nice things.

A great singer at the first night dinner place “La Casona del Molino” – his booming voice enchanted Yasuko; a delicious meal at “La Céfira” on the 2nd night with fantastic home-made spinach ravioli for Yasuko and Argentine beef (again) for Philippe; a lively Cuban salsa concert at the main plaza where we checked if some of our Salsa steps were still usable and figured that hiking shoes are not suitable for dancing (but the steps are not totally forgotten).

Now we need to get out of town…

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