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Don’t cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don’t keep your distance

Chorus – Don’t Cry For Me Argentina (Evita) –  Andrew Lloyd Webber

I arrived in Buenos Aires on March 22nd, a Sunday morning.I’ve become accustomed to the smaller cities and BA is huge. After checking in at Hostal Sandanza in San Telmo I headed out into the streets to take in the music, tango dancers, street artists, tourists and locals at the famous Sunday Antique Market. It’s a perfect introduction to the city that I’ve wanted to see for so long!

I like San Telmo. The neighbourhood is an artsy blend of the trendy and the rundown. I feel less like a tourist here than any place I’ve been over the course of my travels. I’ve developed a deep appreciation for empanadas and enjoy sitting outside at Plaza Dorrego and taking in the evening entertainment.

La Boca district was home to the original poor Italian settlers and is a very colourful  tourist attraction. Caminito Street and the neighbourhood are full of restaurants, tango shows, artists and souvenir shops. It’s quite a contrast to upscale Recoleta.

La Recoleta Cemetery is home to the once rich and famous and their crypts are rather ostentatious, although, there are signs of forgotten neglect. The song Don’t Cry For Me Argentina from the stage play I had seen way back around 1980 was what had inspired my desire to be in this country and I thought I should look for Eva Perón’s tomb. The reality of pain induced by my hamstring injury dampened my enthusiasm for the search and I didn’t find it – ah, don’t cry for me Evita.

The hamstring injury also means I’m not learning the tango. Perhaps I’ll have another opportunity to embrace it some day.

The flags in the photos are from the National Day of Remembrance for Truth and Justice. It’s a national holiday commemorating the victims of the former military dictatorship and is held on the anniversary of the 1976 coup d’etat. At first the streets were empty but later people were demonstrating all over the city, or at least the microcentre.

When I started this trip I thought I’d spend about a month in Buenos Aires but I arrived with just under three weeks left before heading back to Canada and a couple more places I want to see. Surprisingly, after six days in BA I’m ready to head back out into greener environments.

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