One morning, in the shade of the ombues (La Recoleta - Bs As)

It is told that a young Indian, to which her father, gone whith her brothers, had entrusted the responsibility to supervise the plantations, being in despair not to see the rain falling, had started to cry to sprinkle the plants. Moved, the gods made grow an immense tree with the tentacular roots to protect harvests from the sun. Thus had been born, the legend of Ombu, the young Indian...
The secular ombues, offer today a moment of quietude to the "porteño" allowing him one moment to forget the noises of the city and the sun relentless rays.