Ok, let’s do this.
I did too, sorta.
But I definitely thought Boca was bigger than it is.
It turns out to be a rough, working-class fishing industry neighborhood that happens to have a great soccer team and some colorfully-painted buildings.
The main drag is filled with restaurants and tango characters trying to get you to take a photo with them so they can ask for some cash.
There’s a lot of touristy shopping to be had, too. But apparently you can’t bargain, like I’m used into Ecuador. Even the lady selling laser-cut old records made into clocks wouldn’t budge. But my kid did end up with a Argentina National Team jersey that says “Messi” on the back.
So I’d definitely go, get your photo ops and do some shopping, but don’t plan on spending the day there.
Unless, of course, you’ve got your mate and thermos along for the day.