Don't cry for me, Argentina.
The truth is I never left you.
The hill in the lovely neighborhood of Recoleta was alive with the sound of Madonna... er... Eva Perón singing.
Same difference.
That's American Queen of Pop Madonna rendering a soulful plaint in the film Evita where she played the role of the world-famous and controversial former first lady of Argentina.
Despite the lyrical claim, Madame Perón did leave (because she died) and was buried in the Recoleta Cemetery in Buenos Aires. Covering just under fourteen acres, the cemetery is a mini-village of tombs, tightly-packed and condensed.
Like a field of deathbeds, stretching many blocks far and wide.
With over 6,400 grandiose mausoleums resembling Gothic chapels, Greek temples, fairy-tale grottoes, and elegant little houses.
Argentina’s wealthy and powerful do know how to do it in style, even as they rest for eternity.
We went to see Madame Perón's tomb.
Its marble floor had a trapdoor. From there was a compartment containing two coffins. Under that compartment was a second trapdoor. Under that was a second compartment that was so heavily fortified to ensure that no one could disturb her remains.
Huh? Who's going to bother?
And that was where she lay, in a crypt almost seventeen feet underground.
Whew!
That was too much even for me who has been known to go overboard on anything. I'd no sooner claw my way out of there quicker than you can say Jack Robinson.
And on this note, the series on death ends.
See you later, alligator!
Give a hug, ladybug!
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