Spending an overcast day adventuring through the rivered avenues of Tigre was hands down the greatest way to spend my third (woah black betty, slow down, time!) Saturday in Buenos Aires. Not even the opaque, murky brown waters criss-crossing in subtle currents around us could distract me from the overwhelming beauty of the delta’s islands. Each little river house is uniquely constructed and colored, and is addressed by name, not number, with access to a grocery boat that zips on by twice a day. Filled with rowers, kayakers, and just-for-funners, the grid of this watery city seemed to be directed only by zonal positive energy. Ah, I just loved seeing this slow, soft, patient, happy alternate to city life. Charming isn’t the right word, but it’s along that same vein. Follow it where you like, and use these pictures to define it for yourself.