The beach at Piriapolis is paralleled by a walkway for pedestrians and sightseers, as well as locals taking a lunch break in their vehicles with the doors open to give the breezes a better chance to cool them. The Rambla is a place of gathering.
A point of interest on the Rambla is a long row of white lion statues. They look out of place, at first, but they grow on you.There are not many new statues being built these days. Stalin and Mao had their pictures on schoolroom walls, but, these days, statues speak of antiquity.
In the distance are wooded hills that surround the town. There is a small port but shopping has been hurt by construction while the town is putting in new streets, sidewalks, and gazebos. To draw tourists and retirees you have to have enough things to do that they want to visit and enough necessities that they choose to stay.
On the waterfront stands the huge Argentine Hotel that dates back decades. On a trip to check out its casino, I am greeted by a great swimming pool, immense dining halls, hundreds of rooms on multiple floors. In its day, this hotel was the cat’s meow. Reviews on Trip Adviser are mixed. Some say the hotel is old, moldy, and smells. Others say it is a nostalgic trip back to the early part of last century. Some say the rooms aren’t clean. Others say the staff is attentive.
Piriapolis is an older, more genteel version of Punta Del Este – a seaside resort town waiting for Christmas visitors to make it bloom again, as it used too.
It appears to be a destination for middle class travelers chasing dreams on a tight budget.
These days we are too enlightened for statues and tear them down because we don’t want to live with our dirty history.
We wear our heroes on T shirts.