Montevideo, Uruguay, Day 2.

The following morning, exiting my hostel, I make my way back uptown to see the Museum of Modern Art. And arriving there by bus, a bus driven by a white rastafarian, whose music for the locals probably drills deep into the brain, provides me with another insight into the music of Uruguay. He happily sings along, and lets people out wherever they like. He lets me out in front of some massive colonial government building where they are replacing internal glass screens, and I follow two of the workers around to the side of the city block and take a right across six lanes of traffic and into an uptown neighbourhood of bookshops, bakeries, and cafeterias.

The Museum is closed for repairs.

So I go further afield, and I happen upon this shop, and there are two old boys running it, and two cats among the tall bookshelves. This shop is a man-boy's dream, if that man-boy was into reading everything from German Naval History and Celtic Mythology, to the Resistence Movements of South America, and 70's Science Fiction, all in Castellan. What a treasure trove this is.

I make a purchase, and I chuckle inside remembering this old contraption, used so widely back home in Ireland in the 80s and 90s. Not that Uruguay hasn't moved on, it's just these two lads haven't really, in the best way possible. Hanging onto their old ideas, they have insisted on bringing all those references and ideas with them into 2015, along with their book collection, each book a time capsule, preserved and wrapped carefully in plastic, lucky for us. I don't think there is a book that would not be a worthwhile read in this shop.

Hard to know sometimes if there is a love for old cars here... Or if it is that necessity is the mother of invention, or repairs. But they don't make 'em like they used to. That's for sure.

The old Fiat Bambino. We once had one in our family. What a legend runner that was... This could in fact be it.

Plaza Espana, soccer pitches, playgrounds and open spaces near the sea, celebrated with this piece of public art.

Not so stiff about the old preservation orders on protected structures here; the city cultural and exhibition centre....

Get your keys cut here.

Intense Humanity - see the person going about their business at home....
I think they're throwing something out the open window.

This is Palacio Salvo.
Wouldn't mind a summer penthouse apartment here, from which I can control the world on my holidays. The ocean is like, three blocks away like......

Si, Amor. It is easy to love this place.