Don't cry for me, Connecticut
Since I’m so close to the famous cemetery in Recoleta, I decided to take a walk over there yesterday and see what all the fuss is about… and to find Eva Perón’s tomb, because I’m a tourist and that’s what tourists are supposed to do.
The first thing I thought of when I entered the cemetery was my aunt Carol. Two things I know she loves: The Milwaukee Brewers and cemeteries. This has to be among the most memorable ones in the world, with hundreds of mausoleums lining these narrow pathways, each seeming more ornate than the one before. The place is a labyrinth. The only way to get your bearings is by the tall city buildings beyond the cemetery walls. Also apparently a nice place for many stray cats to hang out.
They try to sell you a map when you go in, but I was determined to find Eva Perón’s mausoleum by scouting for it myself. After about 15 minutes of weaving back and forth through the “streets” I finally found some tourists congregating around her family’s tomb. I took some obligatory photos and continued exploring.
I found the entrances (facades?) of the mausoleums fascinatingly unique. Some were incredibly decorative, others were more plain. I took a picture of one, then another, then another. Pretty soon it got out of control. A couple of them had huge glass sections, so I took a self portrait.
