Buenos Aires: City of tango and tears
November 10, 2008 – 2:16 pmDugald Jellie falls in love with a city where football is religion, tango is love and the disappeared will never be forgotten. Metaphor well serves a big city, with its great uproar of opinions and possibilities, the avenues of illusion, the ceaseless spectacle - as with the idea of melancholia in a city as big as Buenos Aires. Don't cry for me Argentina? I well nigh weep among her fallen angels. It's in crisp Sunday morning light that I walk amid the dead at Cementerio de la Recoleta, through a labyrinth of Catholic crosses and sparse Latin and a string of fatal dates in the heart of the city. "The last surprise party of a dying class," is how local scribe Juan Jose Sebreli described this patrician graveyard and baroque marble fantasy. V.S. Naipaul called the must-see attraction a "mimic city". I come here looking for a poem. It's by Jorge Luis Borges, ...