French Airforce flies by Buenos Aires
As a special 2 year anniversary gift to Melissa, I called the French Airforce and told them to swing by the town of Buenos Aires and give us a little show.
The real reason was to celebrate the bicentennial celebration of Argentina. The jets flew in formation, taking off from Jorge Newberry (the downtown airport), doing some flybys in Puerto Madero, then running the length of 9 de Julio, the widest street in the world.
The huge plus of working down here is our office.
From my desk on the 25th floor, you can see the Obleisk, which marks the center of 9 de Julio where other major roads intersect (8 of them I think). So I was all excited to see the show, and brought Melissa’s camera to work in the morning to capture the show (her camera has video). At about 12:30 the people on the other side of the office (facing the river and airport) started seeing the jets take off from the airport. Then we all congregated on my side of the building to watch the grand show. The planes flew along Avenida de Mayo, which intersects 9 de Julio at the Obliesk. That was a cool sight (which I actually got on video). Then they were gone. So we thought it was done, and off we went downstairs to go for lunch.
So Melissa and I walk out the doors of the office and at that second the jets fly DIRECTLY over my building! You could barely hear the jets over the sound of my hand smacking my forehead!!! ARGH! So, we thought ‘well that was cool, but we’ve missed it.’ So we continue walking to the bank. It just so happens the bank is on 9 de Julio (towards the Obliesk). So the jets fly by again, this time with their smoke on.
Now at this point we get lucky. There is a beautiful old building on 9 de Julio near our office. On the other side of the building there was the Air Force band and a big stage setup. Hmm, what’s goin on here? A bunch of T.V. cameras too. So we hang around and whoosh, the jets fly by again. And again, directly above our heads. I furiously try to take a video with my BlackBerry, but alas it doesn’t save properly. The music stops and so we continue onto the bank. No more whooshes.
This whole time I am pissed that a) we didn’t wait in the office b) I didn’t bring the camera when we left. But actually we ended up getting lucky. That nice old building on 9 de Julio, where the band was playing and we had the best seats in the house? Yup, that’s the French Embassy.


