We ate well during our days in Iguazu Falls. Jan. 17-20.
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First night there, river fish for me, on mash; pork chop for Vicki; on mash |
At the mate' store in the park; it was here I later bought my own bolle and straw; I drink it with sugar...like a child |
It's really big, especially in this province, where most of the yerba mate' is produced |
At the parilla; not pictured, salad and dessert courses, including a sliced banana in agave syrup (?) that was exceptional |
Free hot water for your mate'; normally it is spelled without the accent mark |
Bags for carrying your own bolle and thermos |
Varieties of mate' |
Souvenir mate' kit |
One of the hand-carried kits |
Families often carried jugs of beverage, sometime whole ice chests |
Viva Argentina! |
Later the second full day we walked through much of Iguazu Falls town to the frontier and a great restaurant there; here is one panel of an extensive installation on phases of identity... |
The parilla-meister at Bocamura, cooking our lunch |
Table with a view; of the frontier between Argentina, Brazil, and Paraguay |
Us, there |
More river fish, this time buried beneath a tropical mix of mango, pepper, tomato, onion, other great stuff |
Vicki enjoying what the parilla is best known for |
Our phone confirming we are indeed at the frontier |
Outside seating at Bocamura |
From Argentina, the Iguazu, with Paraguay on the left, Brazil on the right (so the waiter said) |
Another pano |
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