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It’s a warm autumnal afternoon in Buenos Aires, ash leaves dot the pavement and sun streams between the mid-rise buildings in the hip
barrio of Palermo. At Huerta Luna de Enfrente, a sustainable urban community allotment, a small group of green-fingered neighbours are taking advantage of the amiable weather to transplant seedlings into 30-cubic-metre vegetable beds, while a father and his two children drop by to empty a bag of eggshells into a composter.
Taking
Jorge Luis Borges’ 1925 poetry anthology
, just two months
ago this
urban garden was an unseemly concrete corner located on a slice of prime Buenos Aires real estate. Dimly lit at night, with a few unkempt benches and little else going for it, Plazoleta Luna de Enfrente was a magnet for boozy dossers, football hooligans, frisky teenagers and far worse. It was high-time someone showed this neglected square some love; cue