Our bed and breakfast, the Red Wine Club, in San Rafael.
Old and new...
The neighborhoods in most of AR are a mixed of new and old, residential and commercial. Lots of small corner markets.
Notice the sidewalks in these pictures.
It appears that everyone is responsible for their sidewalk. Hence, the condition varies widely. Sometimes it was easier to walk in the street...
Out trip west to the town, General Alvear, an agricultural town, and on toward the Andes.
Pear orchards. We stopped for cafe chico in Gen Alvear and bought dried pears and local walnuts from a street vendor. They were Really Good.
A small part of an active winery complex and the unused horse barn from earlier days.
General Alvear. The town stream ran down the center of the main street in cement channel with fancy wrought iron fencing. Life blood of the community.
And then, our first peek at the Andes.
They are unbelievably big. All the mountain ranges in Argentina seemed to push themselves up out of the earth in great ridges.
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