You get on your bike and you start pedalling. The bustle of the city fades behind as you feel the breeze amidst the trees of Parque Lezama, the first stop. You continue on your way looking out for the iconic yellow and blue. People chatting on the streets and children playing football on the sidewalks. You must be in La Boca, the neighborhood of passion. The Bombonera is empty, but you can imagine the atmosphere that should surely be when the local team wins.

You arrive at Caminito, that colorful open air museum conceived and made reality by Benito Quinquela Martín. The teeming art all around: couples dancing tango on the streets, artists painting while musicians play along. It’s hard to believe this area by the Riachuelo River was, 120 years ago, the main port of our city.

You get on your bike and continue toward Puerto Madero. At your back remains the district of the first immigrants, as you make your way through the massive glass buildings. People wear suits and walk at such a frantic pace that you start to see why Buenos Aires is called “the city of the fury”.

Right next to that concrete jungle there’s suddenly a green oasis. You pedal toward the Ecologic Reserve, which evokes the images of a time long before any human touch. You hear no honks nor engines, nothing but the songs of birds and the silence of the river. Now you can finally breathe Buenos Aires.

But the mysteries of the city center suddenly call out, and you head toward the last point on our itinerary: the imposing Plaza de Mayo. It’s the foundational site of our city, and witness to almost every chapter of Argentine history.

Over 500 years of history at a glance: Buenos Aires’ Cathedral, Cabildo and the Pink House.

A short bike ride, but a grand trip back in time.