Borges immortalized a city block in his poem “Buenos Aires”:
A general store pink as the back of a playing card
shone bright; in the back there was poker talk.
The corner bar flowered into life as a local bully,
already cock of his walk, resentful, tough.
At the corner of Guatemala and Borges the general store still stands. It is as solid and poker-deck pink as ever. Most everything else in this neighborhood has changed. If there was ever real-life retro-chic but unintentionally, this is it!