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. 

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 me.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 and people seem far too eager to tear down their old history.

On the waterfront by the beach stands the huge Argentine Hotel that dates back decades.

On a trip inside to reconnoiter the hotel casino, and use the rest room, 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 onTrip 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. After a few dozen reviews are read, the  accepted three star rating seems to be the the opinion held by the majority of people who wrote reviews. I like to remember that I can have a great time in a place no one likes and be bored to death in a place everyone loves.

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 on a middle class budget.

These days, it is sad too say, we are too enlightened for statues of lions and old hotels.

We would rather wear our culture on our T shirts and use our cell phones.

 

 

 

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