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In Buenos Aires it is easy to forget that most of the world is at war. Limousines, driven by chaufferus in livery, stand before the elegant shops on the Calle Florida. In meat markets, fresh beef tenderloin sells for sixteen cent a pound. Mercado del Plata is full of delicacies. Speaks about the fare at the best hotels in the city, and at the Jockey Club. Theatre, music, cinema attractions. Fashion in women's clothes. Discussions at bars centre around local politics, though there may be a few off-hand remarks about the war. Of late there has been a tendency to discuss the inability of North Americans to understand Argentines, A dignified Spanish decorum still regulates social life. The traditional custom of chaperonage has been relaxed; tells about the country's attitude toward divorce; and toward foreigners.
Jean Boley, Letter from Buenos Aires, "LETTER FROM BUENOS AIRES," The New Yorker, September 16, 1944, p. 49