Being fond of quasi fascists I went to the Recoletto cemetery, in the north of La Poteña, where various genaralissimos and their groupìes are intered, including one Evita Duerte (or Peron to those not on familiar terms). To say this place is over the top is, well, lets say I will always associate the dead with bad taste. Nobody is buried, all the bodies are stored in crypts, where those in the next world show they´re still trying to compete with their peers for our attention in this one.
Now an interesting fact about Evita´s ossiary is the crypt next door is up for sale, even more interesting is next door to the cemetry is a brew pub, Bullers, which does Stout, IPA, Lager and a wheat beer all of which are over 5%. Now it occured to me that this would make organising a wake pretty easy as the hearse could dump the mourners and those who are really only there for the beer of at the one time and at the one place. The ultimate one stop shop: in buying buying this investment opportunity you will never be lonely (there´s always mourners next door), lower the tone of the neighbourhood, upset those of a master race persuasion and your pals can have a bevy. Magic.
I also went to a Sunday market, in San Telmo, where I saw the greatest tee shirt ever: Homer Simpson done up like Maradona in the hand of God goal against England only instead of a ball Homer is reaching for a doughnut. A must buy. Teeshirts apart this market is like stepping back into the forties.One shop sold only HMV record players complete with trumpets, with accessories like 78´s and wax cylinders.
Good to hear from Howard and Hector. Hector I have taken photographs and will seek your wise counsel on how to put them on line at a later date.
No comments:
Post a Comment