With our tango career dead in the water, we thought it time to visit BA's most beautiful cemetery where notable Argentines are buried, usually in grandiose granite masoleums.
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| It's a bit fussy but it's what she wanted. |
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| Sorry, visiting hours are over. |
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| He only went out to get the paper... |
West of Recoleta cemetary, we found more statues in the Jardin Botanico in the posh neighbourhood of Palmero.
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| The bowls tournament deteriorated after the introduction of absinthe at half-time. |
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| God, please give me bigger breasts. |
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| Tomorrow I'm putting a time limit on teatime for Romulus and Remus. |
When we stopped for a drink at Plaza Cortazar (named after Argentine writer Julio Cortazar who wrote a book of short stories called 'We Love Glenda So Much', so naturally my fave Latin American author) I was most pleased to receive a free perfume sample from a couple of pretty girls with too much starch in their skirts.(Please click on 'Older Posts' to read about our trips out of BA)
