Mall in Buenos Aires. Or was it Rio? Maybe Cancun? No, Lima. Oh, wait, …
I have never found the shopping mall experience a particularly uplifting one. And now that we’ve been to a couple in Buenos Aires, I’ve found more reason to hate them! There is no doubting that Argentinian culture is very different from British or indeed Arab ones. However, they all seem to coalesce, along with Spanish, American and others, in the shopping mall into one indistinct sanitised and sterile mass. It seems that that most people in these lifeless places which are devoid of personality aspire to the same brands, the same look, the same lifestyle. That may be a sign of material progress in some places, but it sadly reeks of the corruptness of individuality. Shame.
Oh, and sulking is not never graceful in a grown man.