Quite spellbinding the cemetery in Recoleta. A city of the dead, the streets of mausoleums guarded by saints and angels was both haunting and peaceful. The grandeur of the tombs was most impressive, a true celebration and tribute to spirits they house, it was a beautiful place. They were larger than I expected, like real houses, terraced, forming narrow streets and tranquil streets. It was silent but not erie, it was pleasant walking around and taking in all the different styles of the mausoleums and their plaques. A grace and elegance envelopes the city of tombs, as I walked around I found myself wishing I lived in Buenos Aires and born into a Recoleta family with a mausoleum so that I could be laid to rest guarded by an angel with the rest of my ancestors.
Why can't I be Argentinian, I love it here.
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