Like most other porteños (residents of Buenos Aires) I get up very late on Sunday morning - staying up until 05.00 on weekends is typical in this city-that-never-sleeps. A slow start at the local cafe is the order of the day, so I score a sunny sidewalk table and order a cafe cortado (coffee with milk) and some medialunas (croissants). Now energized, I grab my bike (I'm feeling suicidal enough to fight speeding taxis and buses today) and pedal to San Telmo. The crazy-popular antiques fair is happening, as it does every Sunday, and I dodge buskers, craft stalls and distracted tourists. I may as well enjoy my wheels, so I veer east to the Reserva Ecológical Costanera Sur and lay tracks down the dirt paths while checking out the Río de la Plata - the 'widest river in the world' (it's actually a delta). Filling my lungs with fresh air, I now point my bike northwards to Recoleta, stopping by the Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes for a glimpse of some of my favourite Impressionist paintings.

The nearby Cemeterio de la Recoleta also beckons, and I follow the crowds to Evita's sarcophagus for more artsy shots. I wind my way past the crafts market outside, buy a home-made snack from a local vendor, and hop on my bike once more to cycle towards Palermo's parks, where a ring road is closed off to motor vehicles. It's stuffed full of everyone else, though, and I so I join the in-line skaters, four-passenger pedal bikes and joggers for an easy spin around the boat-filled lake. This is the place in BA to check out a plethora of designer clothing boutiques, novelty gift stores and fun houseware shops. Then it's time for a pre-dinner drink, so I change into my sexiest outfit and join my friends at ultra-chic Casa Cruz.