It is said that the first impression is the most important... when you arrive to a new place, Salta for instance, you can see from the plane the mountains around a green fertile valley and the houses laying on the green-rugged area. Blue, red or pink flowers blooming everywhere depending on the time you choose to see it. As soon as you leave the airport you notice that the city is moving, it is alive! As swallowed into the heart itself going into the arteries you feel the warm of the real South America, far from the european Buenos Aires.

The traffic takes you as pushed into the yellow, white and pink buildings, suddenly at the corner the Main Square take the attention of the visitors, and the Cathedral... Tidy and well-cared buildings around Plaza 9 de Julio. Chairs and tables invite you to stop taking pictures and have  little bit of its flavour. The empanadas are the favorite everywhere, beer or wine ( it doesn´t matter), and the sun shine! Caseros St is the one which divides the city into north and south and changes the names of the Streets. Suddenly, St Francisco church comes up from the colonial houses and shows its expectacular bell-tower and St. Francisco de Asisis Monument .

Caseros st. is, centainly, the typical colonial inheritage Salta keeps. Embroided iron in the gates and wooden carved doors, big patios where the life was so quiet in the siesta times,  balconies visited by lovers singing serenatas to the ladies in long pompous dresses, and noisy birds visiting the flowers in September... It must give nostalgy to the ones who have gone. Even the ghost live somewhere watching the city it was, watching the city it is... Hard to forget for the ones who lived there, hard to forget to the oned who visited it.

This city has a lot of a town where people greet each other every day, every time.  The city that takes tourist to turn into friends.

Much Love.

Giena